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THE CONTRACTED HEART â Rafe Cameron (07)
MASTERLIST | Basketball Player & Model!Female Reader
Summary: Rafe Cameron, a basketball star, needs a marriage to fix his image, while Model!Reader needs one for citizenship. They may be the perfect solution for each other.
Warnings: smut, descriptions of violence, jealousy, usage of drugs, talks about body image/ed, angst, and lots of bickering. Reader is confident, a people-pleaser, has a traumatic past, and is a sunshine with an attitude. Rafe is a whore, possessive, cocky, and secretive about his past.
Word Count: 8.1k
Aliyah's Notes: the way i wanted this chapter to be around 5k... but anyw, the ending to that chapter is pretty good so y'all can rest in peace lmaoo but problems are coming hehehehehe
The sound of her heels clicking on the pavement cut through the evening air, each step echoing louder than the last. You barely registered the chill of the evening as her figure came into viewâChiara Romano, arms folded over her chest, her expression a delicate balance of innocence and something unmistakably venomous. A small, mocking smile played at the corners of her lips, her gaze roaming over you with the kind of appraisal that felt like a slap.
Beside you, Rafe tensed, his gaze hardening as he straightened, clearly prepared for whatever barbs she had in store. You forced yourself to stand taller, meeting her gaze with a coolness you could barely muster.
âChiara,â you said, injecting a polite edge into your voice that you knew was as fake as her smile. âI wasnât expecting to see you here.â
She tilted her head, her eyes glinting with amusement. âOh, I just felt like things ended a bit... strange at the party,â she replied, her tone sugary sweet yet laced with something bitter. âEspecially after seeing the headlines about you.â She let out a small sigh, as though feigning concern. âI couldnât help but worry.â
A sharp laugh almost slipped from your lips. The headlines. She was talking about the recent media talking about your âpotentialâ relapse⌠which were true. News of your recent struggles had been going viral, and she was here to dangle them in front of you. The reality of your relapse was raw, but admitting itâespecially to Chiaraâwas out of the question.
âDid you, now?â You kept your voice light, your smile tight as you watched her closely.
âOf course,â she nodded, her eyes darting pointedly between you and Rafe, her expression softening with feigned empathy. âUs girls have to look out for each other,â she added, a hint of mock sincerity weaving through her words. âI just hope Rafeâs taking excellent care of you. I mean, if heâs able to.â
You fought the urge to roll your eyes or worseâto let your anger slip through. Instead, you returned her smile with a casual shrug. âHe is, thank you,â you replied, forcing your tone to stay neutral. âAnd Iâm doing just fine. I havenât relapsedâ.â
âYou sure?â she pressed, her voice a touch too innocent. âYou look... thinner than I remember.â
You felt a twisted sort of satisfaction creeping in, an internal smile that you kept hidden. It was strangeâalmost absurdâbut her attempt to make you feel small, to jab at your insecurities, did the opposite. She said it to be cruel; she thought her words would cut you deeply. But instead, they landed somewhere softer, failing to sting the way she intended.
Rafeâs voice cut through the tension, his tone sharp and commanding, filled with an authority that even you hadnât heard from him before. âAlright, thatâs enough,â he warned, his words laced with a chill that could silence a room. âKeep talking like that, and youâll be the one making headlines.â
Chiaraâs gaze flicked to Rafe, her lips curling into a sly smile, undeterred by his warning. âOh, Rafe, always so protective,â she cooed, her tone dripping with mock innocence. âI thought we were past all that. After all, we did come here together.â
You blinked, the words sinking in like a stone dropping into still water, each ripple spreading through you. âYou⌠came here with him?â you asked, keeping your voice steady, though your heart was pounding.
Chiaraâs smile widened, a hint of triumph in her expression. âOf course. We just thought itâd be convenient, didnât we, Rafe?â
Your eyes shifted to him, searching his face for any denial, some sign that this was just another one of her games. But Rafe stayed silent, his expression tinged with guilt, lips pressed together as if he didnât trust himself to speak.
He had, in fact, come with her.
The air thick, with Chiaraâs truth and Rafeâs guilty silence. Every moment he said nothing, the disappointment pooled deeper in your chest, twisting painfully.
You crossed your arms, your gaze hardening as you looked at him. âConvenient?â The word slipped from your mouth, laced with bitter disbelief. âConvenient for who, exactly?â
Rafe opened his mouth, struggling to find the right words, but nothing came out. His jaw clenched, and for a moment, he looked like he might deny it, try to explain. But his shoulders sagged slightly, defeated, as he glanced away.
Chiaraâs voice broke the silence, her tone feigning sympathy. âOh, donât be upset. Itâs not like youâre the only woman in his life, right?â She leaned back with a satisfied smile, clearly relishing the wedge sheâd managed to drive between you.
âAlright, you know what?â you said, forcing a calm into your voice that belied the anger bubbling beneath the surface. âI donât really care what arrangement you two have. But what Iâd like to know, Chiara, is why youâre actually here. What do you want?â
Chiaraâs smile faltered, just for a fraction of a second, before she recovered, her expression shifting to a mischievous glint. âIâm here to support my fatherâs event, naturally,â she replied smoothly. âBut I couldnât resist the chance to catch up with Rafe and see how⌠everythingâs going with you two.â
You felt the anger begin to surge again, but you reined it in, straightening and lifting your chin. âThen letâs hope tonightâs as memorable as youâre expecting.â You threw a final look at Rafe, disappointment flickering in your gaze.
With that, you walked toward the car and sat in the passenger seat, forcing yourself to ignore the ache in your chest as you disappeared into the throng of people.
From the corner of your eye, you watched Rafe and Chiara exchange a few heated words. His jaw clenched as he spoke, his eyes narrowed in a way that told you he was holding back the anger simmering just beneath the surface. Chiara, on the other hand, looked anything but apologetic, her expression smug as she responded with an air of indifference. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but every movement, every flash of irritation in Rafeâs eyes only deepened the tight knot of frustration in your chest.
Before long, they finally turned, heading toward the car, and you forced yourself to look away and just focus on the city lights ahead of you. The silence that filled the car was thick, unbearably tense. The engine hummed beneath you, but the weight of everything unsaid made each passing second feel longer. You kept your eyes on the window, refusing to break the silence, even as your exhaustion began to creep in, your eyelids growing heavy.
Just as you started to drift, you felt him lean forward, his breath warm against your ear as he broke the silence, his voice low and soft. âIâm sorry,â he murmured, the apology laced with a vulnerability that caught you off guard.
You exhaled sharply, holding back the initial pang of anger. âYouâre sorry?â you replied, your tone dripping with sarcasm as you finally turned to face him, one eyebrow raised. âFor what, exactly? For keeping me in the dark? For thinking I wouldnât notice you driving here with her?â
Rafeâs expression softened, his guilt evident as he held your gaze, searching for the right words. âIt wasnât like that. She⌠she just showed up. I didnât thinkââ
You scoffed, cutting him off. âThatâs the problem. You didnât think. Or maybe you did, and just didnât care to clue me in.â As his apology hung in the air, you couldnât help but let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. âUnbelievable,â you muttered, refusing to look at him. âSo what, Cameron? You thought Iâd just sit there and take it?â
He shifted closer, his voice strained. âI told you, it wasnât like that. I didnât invite her. She just⌠she knew I was coming here, and it felt easier toââ
âEasier?â You turned in your seat to face him, disbelief and frustration clear in your eyes. âEasier for who, exactly? Because it sure as hell wasnât easier for me.â
Rafeâs gaze dropped, his fingers tapping nervously on the steering wheel. âLook, I know how it looks, but⌠she was already in the car before I could even think about it. I didnât want to make a scene.â
You narrowed your eyes, unimpressed. âSo, you thought the best plan was to just go along with her? To let her be seen with you, knowing exactly how that would make me look?â
âY/N, I know I messed up, okay?â He leaned closer, the regret in his eyes almost palpable. âI was just trying to keep things calm. I didnât want it to turn into something it didnât have to be.â
âOh, so you didnât want to âmake a sceneâ with her, but now youâre perfectly fine with making me feel like an idiot?â you shot back, folding your arms. âHow considerate of you.â
Rafe let out a sigh, rubbing his temples. âCanât you just trust that I was doing what I thought was right?â
You rolled your eyes, the bitterness evident in your tone. âI donât trust you.â You turned away, staring at the passing lights outside. "And youâre only apologizing now because you got caught."
He was silent for a moment, the weight of your words settling in. âI donât want to keep doing this, Y/N,â he said quietly. âI donât want you to feel like this⌠like I donât care.â
You laughed, but it was a hollow sound. âThen stop giving me reasons to feel this way.â
You leaned against the window, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the passing city lights. During the car ride, Chiara, for once, seemed to get the hint and kept her mouth shut, though every so often you caught her glancing at Rafe through the rearview mirror. Rafe, on the other hand, drove with a steady determination, occasionally glancing at you as though he was waiting for you to say somethingâanythingâthat might break the unbearable quiet. But you refused to give him that satisfaction, and instead, kept your focus outward, on anything but the two people in the car with you.
As the car rolled to a stop in front of the charity venue, Chiara was quick to jump out, immediately making a beeline for her father, who was waiting near the entrance. The flash of photographersâ cameras lit up the scene, and she threw a gleeful smile their way, basking in the attention as she reached her fatherâs side.
You took a steady breath and turned to Rafe, letting out a sigh that seemed to carry every ounce of frustration youâd been holding onto. He was watching you, his expression caught somewhere between apology and uncertainty.
âAlright, Cameron,â you began, forcing a professional tone. âLetâs get this over with. We need a story to tell about how we met, so listen to me; we met through a mutual friend at some rooftop party in the city. You were immediately smitten.â
âSmitten?â he repeated, arching an eyebrow. His mouth curved into a playful grin. âStrong word there. Donât know if Iâve ever been âsmitten.ââ
âWell, you have now,â you said without missing a beat. âWe sat at the same table, and you told me some fake, but charming story about how you donât like crowds and would rather be anywhere else.â
âSo, Iâm just a liar?â he said with a grin.
âYes, apparently,â you said, your voice flat as you rolled your eyes.
âThatâs deserved, alright,â he shrugged, and leaned closer. âBut, letâs make this fun. How about we tweak the story a bit? Letâs say you chased me down after that rooftop party, practically begging for my number.â
âYou must be high,â you scoffed, looking at him like heâd just suggested the earth was flat. âNo one would believe Iâd chase after you. Besides, Iâd rather walk across hot coals than let people think I was desperate for you.â
Rafe gave a lighthearted shrug, clearly entertained by your reaction. âAlright, but if anyone asks, Iâll just say I was the reluctant charmer who had to be convinced.â
You couldnât help the sarcastic laugh that slipped out. âYeah, because nothing says âcharmâ like ghosting someone for two weeks.â
He winced but quickly recovered, that easy smirk slipping back into place. âOuch. Alright, I deserved that one too. But admit it, youâd be impressed if I played hard-to-get. Itâd add some mystery to our ârelationship.ââ
You deadpanned, âItâd add some credibility if you remembered the actual story. Try to keep up with the backstory, Cameron. Weâre supposed to be in love, remember?â
Rafe placed a hand on his heart, feigning a wounded expression. âSo cruel. Here I am, pouring my heart out, and youâre just brushing me off like Iâm nothing.â
You stared at him, unimpressed. âHow does that feel, huh? To be brushed off?â
His smile dropped immediately. âIâll stick to the script. Mutual friends, a little bit of rooftop magic, and me falling head over heels. Got it.â
âGood. And try to remember: weâve been dating long enough that youâd know basic things, like my favorite color and the fact that I donât like seafood.â
âGot it,â he said with a nod, giving you a mock salute. Then, with a sly grin, he added, âAnything else I should know? Like, if youâve got a celebrity crush, maybe?â
You rolled your eyes, fighting the urge to smile despite yourself. âThis is a charity event, Cameron, not a middle school dance. Stick to the basics, and weâll be fine.â
He held up his hands in mock surrender. âAlright, boss. Just wanted to know if Iâve got any competition out there.â
You couldnât help but scoff. âTrust me, youâd know if there was competition.â
The banter fell into a comfortable silence, the tension lifting slightly as you both prepared for the performance ahead. But as you glanced out the window, watching Chiara drape herself over her fatherâs arm like she owned the place, the humor faded, and a steely resolve settled over you.
Rafe must have noticed, because he leaned forward, his expression growing more serious. âHey, I know tonightâs going to be⌠less than ideal,â he said, his tone softening. âBut weâve got this. Just follow my lead if things get tricky, alright?â
You looked at him, skepticism still lingering, but his sincerity caught you off guard. âLetâs just keep this professional,â you replied, but your tone was gentler, almost reluctant.
âDeal,â he said, giving you a small, genuine smile. âLetâs make âem believe it.â
With that, he opened his door and walked around to your side, offering you his hand as you stepped out. You hesitated, then took it, maintaining a cool composure as camera flashes went off around you. The crowd erupted in a flurry of clicks and flashes, and you could already hear the low hum of voices speculating about the two of you.
Rafe leaned down slightly, his hand resting lightly on your back as he guided you forward. âSmile like youâre the happiest youâve ever been,â he whispered, his tone playful but warm. âAnd maybe⌠just pretend you donât want to strangle me for a few minutes.â
You tilted your head, flashing him a fake, overly-sweet smile. âOh, trust me, thatâll be the hardest part.â
He chuckled, giving the reporters a charming wave as he leaned in, whispering back, âKeep smiling like that, and people might actually believe you like me.â
You leaned in closer, maintaining the smile for the cameras. âDonât get too comfortable. This is just for show.â
âRight,â he whispered, a teasing glint in his eye. âBut if we happen to have a little fun, is that so bad?â
Before you could answer, Chiaraâs voice rang out over the crowd, all fake sweetness as she greeted her father, loudly proclaiming her excitement for the event. You caught Rafeâs eye, sharing a look of silent exasperation.
âStick to the story. Donât slip up.â
âGot it, boss,â he whispered back, his tone lighthearted as he gave you a quick wink. âLetâs go give them a show.â
You sipped your champagne, feigning interest in the event as your gaze flickered over the crowd, hoping to find somethingâanythingâto break up the monotony. Conversations about Rafeâs latest matches, your recent shoot for Vogue, and even the upcoming Chanel campaign rolled through the evening like clockwork, the same pleasantries exchanged over and over. Rafe played his part perfectly, always flashing that magnetic smile, leaning in as if every word you said was his world. You kept a poised expression, smiling when necessary, but each compliment and question blended into the next, leaving you restless.
Just as you managed to suppress a yawn, a commanding voice sounded from behind. âY/N Y/L/N, the woman of the hour.â You turned, and there stood Charles Kensington, a CEO of one of the eventâs largest sponsors, known as much for his relentless pursuit of younger models as for his cutthroat business strategies. He extended a hand with a smirk that was more predatory than friendly, his gaze sweeping over you with an appreciation that lingered far too long. âIâm Charles Kesington. Itâs a pleasure.â
âLikewise,â you replied politely, giving him a polite smile as you shook his hand. âAnd congratulations on your companyâs recent acquisition. Impressive move.â
Charles smiled, clearly pleased. âAh, youâve been keeping up, I see. Youâre as sharp as they say.â His gaze lingered, a touch too intense, and his hand remained over yours a second longer than necessary. âAnd I must say, even more beautiful in person. Your upcoming campaign with Chanel is already causing quite a buzz.â
Rafeâs arm tightened around your waist as he turned to face Charles, his smile polite but lacking warmth. âNice to see you, Charles.â
Charles nodded at Rafe, though his attention stayed firmly on you. âIâve seen your work everywhere recently,â he said, his voice dropping into an intimate tone. âChanel made a wise choiceâalthough Iâd argue that any brand would be lucky to have you representing them.â
âThank you,â you replied coolly, catching the faint annoyance in Rafeâs jaw as it clenched. But Charles either didnât notice or didnât care.
âYouâre too kind, Mr. Kensington,â you replied, ignoring the way his eyes drifted over you. âAnd thank you. Iâm honored to be working with such a renowned brand.â
âOh, please,â he said, dismissing the formality with a wave of his hand. âCall me Charles. You know, Iâd love to see you star in one of our campaigns someday. Iâd love to discuss a potential collaboration over dinner,â he added, his voice lowering just enough to feel like a private invitation, despite Rafeâs presence.
You forced a polite laugh, though you felt Rafeâs grip tighten again. âThank you, Charles. Thatâs very generous butââ
Rafe cleared his throat, the sound deliberate. âActually, Y/Nâs schedule is pretty packed for the next few months,â he said, his tone friendly but laced with an unmistakable edge. âWith the Chanel campaign, her other upcoming works, and our time together, Iâm not sure thereâs room for much else.â
Charles raised an eyebrow, glancing at Rafe with an amused smile, as if heâd only just noticed him standing there. âAh, Mr. Cameron. Quite a lucky man, arenât you?â
Rafeâs jaw tightened, but he managed a tight smile. âIâd say so.â
Charles leaned a bit closer, his attention fixed back on you. âWell, if you ever find a free moment, Iâd be more than happy to take you on a tour of our headquarters. You know, just to chat about future opportunities.â
The thinly veiled invitation hung in the air, and you felt a slight discomfort, but you kept your smile in place. âThank you for the offer, Charles. But as my boyfriend mentioned, Iâm quite busy these days.â
Charlesâ gaze flicked between the two of you, his smile widening slightly, clearly enjoying the tension heâd stirred up. âOf course. I understand entirely,â he replied smoothly, offering you a final lingering look before excusing himself.
The moment he was out of earshot, Rafe turned to you, his expression thunderous. âWhat the hell was that?â
You blinked, feigning innocence. âWhat was what?â
âThat guy was practically undressing you with his eyes,â he muttered, his tone low and irritated. âAnd you didnât seem too bothered by it.â
You raised an eyebrow, unfazed. âMaybe because I donât see the point in making a scene over a harmless conversation.â
Rafe scoffed, his hand still firmly around your waist. âHarmless? That guy was two seconds away from asking for your number.â
You rolled your eyes, barely managing to hide your smirk. âJealous, Cameron?â
Rafeâs gaze hardened, and he leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. âIf you think Iâm just going to stand there while some old fucker tries to flirt with you, youâre wrong.â
The intensity in his voice sent a flicker of satisfaction through you, though you kept your expression neutral. âRelax, Mike Tyson. It was just a conversation. Itâs not like heâs the first man to ever show interest in me.â
âYeah, well,â he muttered, his eyes narrowing, âhe should know youâre off-limits.â
You shot him a sidelong glance, amused by his possessiveness. âIs that right? I donât recall signing any contract that says Iâm âoff-limits.ââ
His grip tightened, his face a mixture of frustration and something elseâsomething deeper, something he was clearly trying to suppress. âYouâre my girlfriend and about to become my wife, consider it an unspoken rule, then.â
You felt a thrill at his words, but you kept your tone casual. âIf thatâs the case, maybe you should make it more convincing.â
He leaned closer, his hand brushed against your cheek, fingers lingering just enough to send a spark through you. âConvincing?â
His eyes never left yours, flickering briefly to your lips, and you could feel the heat building between you, a tension that seemed to stretch out endlessly. The hum of the event around you began to fade, and suddenly, it was as if there was no one else in the roomâjust the two of you, drawn together by something that felt far more complicated than a simple arrangement.
His breath, warm and steady against your skin, made your pulse quicken. You found yourself instinctively closing your eyes as his face came even closer, the space between you narrowing with every passing second. The moment was electric, charged with an undeniable pull that you could no longer ignore.
For the briefest moment, you forgot all the reasons youâd been upset with him in the first place. His proximity, the way he looked at you, the way his lips seemed so closeâit was almost impossible to think about anything else. You ached to feel him again, to taste his lips, to feel the weight of his body against yours. All that mattered was the way your skin burned for him, how every nerve in you seemed to come alive at the thought of him touching you again. You wanted him.Â
Desperately.
But just before his lips touched yours, a familiar voice cut through the quiet intensity.
"Y/N! There you are!â Aishaâs voice was bright and unapologetic, carrying her trademark liveliness that filled any room. Startled, you and Rafe pulled apart just in time to see her approach, her arms outstretched and a radiant smile on her face.
You could only laugh as she practically tackled you with a hug, pulling you in tightly. Standing just a few inches taller than you, her warm brown skin glowed against the dark emerald of her satin dress, a color that complemented her deeply curly hair that cascaded freely around her shoulders. Her high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes sparkled with joy, her makeup accentuating her features with a natural, dewy look and a bold cat-eye makeup.
"Oh my God!" you managed through your laughter. "I had no idea youâd arrived already."
She finally released you from the hug but kept her hands on your shoulders, looking you over with a proud, glowing smile. âAs if Iâd miss this! You look absolutely breathtaking, girlâthat dress was made for you. No one else could do it justice.â
You spun around, letting the fabric fan out as you struck a playful pose. âYou really like it?â
âLike it? I am in-freaking-love, are you serious?â she squealed, and the two of you burst into laughter, clapping your hands together with giddy excitement. âIâve missed you so much.â
You pressed a hand to your forehead, sighing dramatically. âIâve missed you way moreâcan you believe itâs only been a year and Iâm already involved with a white man? Truly, how crazy is that?â
Aishaâs gaze snapped to Rafe, who stood a little behind you, clearly surprised to be noticed so suddenly. You stifled a laugh as he shifted, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Aisha's eyes narrowed slightly as she took him in, her gaze appraising and unblinking, as if she was assessing him for every possible flaw.
âRafe Cameron, meet Aisha Patelâmy best friend,â you said, tugging Aisha closer. âAisha, this is Rafe, my... boyfriend.â
She didnât say a word, just let her eyes scan him from head to toe with a critical intensity. You recognized this familiar expressionâit was her way of warning anyone interested in you that hurting you would come with consequences. She always put your partners through this silent scrutiny, hoping to rattle them and make it clear they had to earn her approval.
Rafe, though clearly aware of her intent, extended his hand, maintaining an uneasy but polite smile. âNice to meet you, Aisha.â
For a split second, she didnât budge, letting the moment stretch just long enough to make him shift uncomfortably. You quickly grabbed her hand, easing it into his before she could escalate the standoff. âSheâs usually much friendlier, I sweââ
âMy dad has a gun,â she said quietly, her tone so flat it made the tension in the air sharpen. âAnd he taught me how to use it.â
You laughed a little, trying to ease the weight of her words. âSheâs just kidding⌠right?â
But she didnât break. Her gaze stayed fixed on Rafe, unwavering. âOnly one way to find out, Rafe Cameron,â she replied coldly.
Rafeâs eyes flickered, and after a long moment, he dropped his gaze with a tight nod. âGuess I know where Y/N got her threatening techniques from,â he said with a small grin, the usual smugness back in his voice.
His expression, so casual and light, cut deeper than you expected. It felt like he knew exactly what he was doing, toying with a conversation heâd read from a distance and kept deliberately unanswered. Heâd seen your texts, read every one of them, and left them cold and untouched. You felt the hurt creeping up in a way that left you exposed, vulnerable in a way you swore you wouldnât be around him.
You pulled in a slow breath, forcing your face back to neutral, hoping Aisha wouldnât notice the flicker of pain in your eyes. She turned to say something to Rafe, and you straightened, pulling your walls up as fast as you could, sealing the hurt beneath a calm youâd mastered. Just one more second, and no one would ever know.
Aisha leaned forward, curious but amused. âSo⌠howâd you two meet?â
You shot Rafe a quick look, and he gave a subtle nod, leaving you to tell the story. âWe met a few months back at this party,â you started.
âRooftop party,â Rafe corrected, unable to resist chiming in.
âRight, a rooftop party,â you agreed, giving him a playful look. âAnd the second he laid eyes on me, he was enchantedâabsolutely down bad,â you teased, letting a smirk cross your face.
Rafe raised an eyebrow, giving a mock-serious nod. âCompletely leveled me. Could barely walk straight after that.â
âCompletely down bad,â you agreed, tilting your head with a smile. âApparently, my beauty was just too blinding. He had no choice but to come talk to me, and once he did? Well, he realized I was so much more than a pretty face. He was hooked on how charming, funny, andââ
âAnd how sassy she was,â Rafe finished, his gaze lingering on you for a beat longer than necessary.
Aisha looked between the two of you, raising an eyebrow. âSassy with you? Really?â
Rafe laughed, running a hand through his hair. âThat mouth of hersâI swear, thereâs not a single day where sheâs not giving me that attitude,â he added with a soft smile in your direction.
âInteresting⌠Very interesting.â Aisha looked between you two with a grin, shaking her head. âAnd, what happened after that?â
Rafe leaned back, crossing his arms as he tried to act casual. "Well, after that, I pretty much chased her down just to get a date," he said with a smirk. "The rest is history."
You rolled your eyes, waving a dismissive hand. "Oh, heâs underselling it. He spent weeks trying to get my number, asking me out every day on Instagram, but I wasnât having it. I kept hearing all these things about himâŚ"
"Like what?" Aisha leaned in, eyes widening in anticipation.
"That he was a total player," you said, pausing for effect, earning a gasp from Aisha that you matched with a knowing nod. Meanwhile, Rafe just chuckled, shaking his head at your theatrics. "I know, girl!" you went on, shooting Rafe a playful look. "But he finally convinced me to go on a date⌠and he actually wasnât so bad. So I gave him another shot, and, wellâŚ" You shrugged, glancing over at him with a smile. "Here we are."
Aisha took it all in, folding her arms and tapping her fingers thoughtfully.
âWow,â she said, eyeing him with newfound curiosity. âI didnât peg you for the persistent type, Rafe. Especially not with someone like my girl.â
Rafe shot her a confident smile, though there was a quiet warmth in his expression that didnât quite match the usual cocky bravado. âYeah, sheâs special. Knew it from the moment I saw her.â
You couldnât help the warmth that rushed through you at his words, a sudden rush of affection you hadnât expected, especially not in front of Aisha. There was something in the way he looked at you that made the air feel thicker, charged with something unspoken. It sent an unexpected flutter through your chest, a reminder that underneath all the tension, the public facade, and the expectations, there was still something raw between youâsomething that felt real in a way you hadnât quite anticipated.Â
âSmooth talker, huh?â you teased, nudging Rafe lightly with your elbow. âYouâre really laying it on thick tonight, arenât you?â
Aishaâs sharp eyes flicked between you both, her protective instincts clearly on high alert. âYeah, Iâm picking up on that. But just so you know, Rafe, Iâve got my eye on you. You hurt her, and you wonât just be dealing with me, youâll be dealing with my dad, too.â
Rafeâs lips curved into a smile, but there was something more guarded behind his eyes now, as though he recognized the weight of her words. âI get it,â he said, his voice low and steady. âI wouldnât dream of it.â
Aisha seemed to size him up for a moment longer, letting the silence stretch just enough to make the air thick with tension. Then, after what felt like an eternity, she gave a slow nod, her stance softening just a little. âAlright, Iâll take your word for it,â she said, her tone easing. âBut Iâm still watching.â
You felt a strange sense of pride at that. Aisha had always been fiercely protective of you, and while it sometimes grated on your nerves, you knew deep down it was just because she cared. No one had ever had your back the way she did. You werenât sure if Rafe fully understood that yet, but from the way he glanced at herâslightly uncertain, but respectfulâyou could tell he was beginning to get the message.
âEnough of the heavy shit,â Aisha said, breaking the tension with a clap of her hands and a sudden bright smile. âThis is supposed to be fun, right? Iâm here to celebrate, and Iâm done with the interrogation. So, letâs have some fucking fun!â
You laughed, the sound light and genuine as you clinked your glass with hers. The champagne sparkled in your hand, and for the first time that evening, you felt a sense of relief. The weight of the conversation had shifted from uncomfortable to just... amusing. Aisha was nothing if not relentless in her approach, but you appreciated the way she could lighten any situation, especially when it felt like the pressure of your fake engagement was hanging over your head like a storm cloud.
âTo my best friend and her very determined boyfriend,â Aisha toasted, her grin widening. âMay you both drive each other crazy for a long, long time!â
You couldnât help but roll your eyes, a playful smile tugging at your lips. âThanks, Aishâ. Really. A long, long time,â you echoed, sipping from your glass as she gave you a knowing look.
As the evening wore on, the atmosphere began to shift. The crowd mingled, voices rose and fell in an endless tide of conversation, and the hum of background music seemed to fade into the distance. It felt like the world was in motion, but you and Rafe were standing still, caught in some kind of unspoken orbit that neither of you could quite navigate.Â
People came and went, exchanging pleasantries, business deals, and compliments, but you and Rafe couldnât seem to look away from each other. Even when he was speaking with someone else or laughing at a joke Aisha made, you felt his presence, heavy and undeniable.
Youâd told yourself that tonight was about putting on a show for the cameras, about playing the part of the perfect couple, and you had every intention of sticking to the script. But as the night wore on, you realized how hard it was to keep pretending when Rafeâs touch lingered just a little longer than necessary, when his eyes followed you across the room with that possessive intensity you couldnât quite ignore. There were moments when you caught him looking at you like no one else mattered, and for a brief second, the walls youâd so carefully constructed between the two of you threatened to crumble.
It wasnât just the way he touched you when no one was looking, or the way heâd half-smiled at you in the middle of a crowd, as if sharing some private joke. It was the small thingsâthe subtle ways heâd let you know he cared, even when he was keeping his distance. How his arm would brush against yours when you stood next to each other, how heâd glance at you in the middle of a conversation, as if checking to make sure you were still there, still paying attention. How heâd subtly reposition his hand on your waist, or how his thumb would brush against your back when youâd lean in close to hear something better.
And then, there were the moments when it seemed like neither of you knew how to deal with the chemistry that crackled between you. Youâd both been avoiding it for so long, keeping your emotions buried under layers of professionalism and convenience, but tonight, it was becoming harder to ignore. The closer you got, the more the lines between what was real and what was fabricated began to blur.
A sudden vibration in your pocket startled you, pulling you out of your reverie. You slid your phone out, heart still racing from the interaction with Rafe, and your eyes immediately landed on the name that made your stomach drop: Mom.
Your heart skipped a beat as you unlocked the screen, only to see a simple message that made your blood run cold:
âY/N, weâve heard the news. This is a disgrace. This is not how we raised you. Youâre nothing but a joke.â
You blinked at the message, trying to process it. News? What news? You hadnât even talked to them in years.Â
Before you could think further, the sickening feeling in your stomach intensified. Without even realizing it, you clicked over to the news app, and the headline that greeted you nearly stopped your heart:
âRafe Cameron Engaged to Model Y/N Y/L/N: A Surprise Announcementâ
Your pulse spiked, your fingers trembling as you scrolled down. The article was filled with blurry images from earlier in the evening, showing you and Rafe sharing moments too intimate for the cameras, your faces filled with a mix of affection and tension. It wasnât supposed to happen this way. It wasnât supposed to be this fast.
How could this have leaked?
Your chest tightened as a suffocating wave of panic hit you. You could feel your breath quicken, the world around you suddenly feeling too small, too fast, and you couldnât catch your breath. You looked around the room, your vision blurring as the walls seemed to close in. The voices around you grew muffled, the lights too bright, too harsh.
âY/N?â
Rafeâs voice pulled you back to reality, but it was distant, like it came from a far-off place. You tried to focus on him, on his familiar blue eyes, but everything felt off, like you couldnât quite make sense of what was happening.
The phone dropped from your hand, and before you knew it, your vision went dark. Your breath hitched in your chest as your body trembled with the onset of a panic attack. It felt like everything was spiraling out of control, and you couldnât do anything to stop it.
And then, in the midst of it all, you felt itâsomething slipping from your bag pocket, a small metallic sound against the floor. But you couldnât focus on it. Not now. Not with everything else overwhelming you. Your heart pounded in your ears, drowning out the noise around you as you tried to steady yourself, hands trembling at your sides.
You heard the faint clink again, but you were too far gone, too panicked, to care.
Rafeâs arms were around you before you even realized he was there, his voice low and urgent. âHey, hey, itâs okay. Youâre okay.â His hand was on your back, guiding you gently but firmly as he led you outside, away from the noise and chaos of the event.
âIâIââ Your words faltered, and you gasped for air, trying to calm your breathing, but it was like your lungs had stopped working.
âShh, just breathe, baby, okay?â Rafeâs voice was steady, guiding you through it like heâd done this before. His hand was pressing into your back in rhythmic motions, trying to ground you. âYouâre okay, I promise.â
You leaned against him, trying to steady your frantic breathing, but it was hard. Everything felt so chaotic, too fast. The news. The message from your parents. Rafe. Your relapse. The engagement. The shame. The eyes on you.
âI⌠I got a message from my parents,â you managed to gasp between breaths. âThey already know... the news... I wasnât ready for this. I wasnât ready for any of this, Rafe.â
His face softened, but there was confusion in his eyes. He looked like he didnât fully understand, but he didnât push it. Instead, he just nodded and gave you a reassuring squeeze, his arms enveloping you in warmth. âHey, itâs alright. Weâll figure this out. Iâve got you, okay?â
You buried your face in his chest, as if youâve been doing forever, the tears finally coming, and you didnât even try to hold them back. Your body shook as the sobs wracked through you. Everything felt like it was falling apart, all the control youâd tried so hard to maintain slipping through your fingers. The fake engagement, the pressure to live up to everyoneâs expectations, the constant balancing actâit was too much.
âShhh,â Rafe murmured again, his voice a steady, comforting presence against the storm inside you. âYouâre okay, baby. Weâre gonna get through this.â
Still shaking, you pulled away slightly, wiping your face with the back of your hand as you tried to steady yourself. Rafe didnât push you away. He just stayed close, his hands hovering near you, ready to catch you if you needed him.
âI canât⌠I canât do this. Not like this,â you whispered, your voice breaking as you spoke. âEverythingâs happening too fast. I didnât expect it to go like this, Rafe. I didnât plan for my parents to know about this. Itâs not supposed to be like this.â
He seemed to register the panic in your voice, though he still didnât fully understand why it was affecting you like this. Still, he didnât question you further. He just nodded again, that protective instinct rising in him. âAlright, weâll get you home, okay?â
You nodded quietly as he draped his jacket over your shoulders, the fabric warm against your skin. If you werenât so caught up in your emotions, you might have found the gesture cute. âYes, pleaseâŚâ you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
âJust relax, okay? Iâm right here.â
Before you knew it, he was guiding you toward his car, his hand firmly but gently around your arm as he helped you get inside. The drive home was a blur, your mind a chaotic mess of racing thoughts. You tried to fight the exhaustion pulling at you, but it was useless. As soon as you buckled your seatbelt, your body seemed to give up the fight.
You curled up against the seat, closing your eyes, and within minutes, you were asleep. The quiet hum of the car as Rafe drove was the only thing that kept you tethered to reality.
Rafe glanced over at you every few moments as he drove, the concern never leaving his face. He couldnât take his eyes off of you tonight, not since the moment the tension between you had grown so palpable. He could feel it in his chestâthe fear that something would go wrong, that something would happen to make everything fall apart.
As he looked at you now, sleeping peacefully, he couldnât shake the worry gnawing at him. He didnât understand itâdidnât fully understand what was happening between the two of youâbut the depth of concern he felt for you surprised him. He couldnât stop thinking about how heâd wanted to protect you, how heâd wanted to be there for you when you needed it the most.
But now, as you slept, he realized something he hadnât allowed himself to admit before: he didnât want to lose you. The idea of seeing you hurt, seeing you break down, sent a pang of guilt through him. He hadnât planned on this feeling, hadnât planned on the way heâd come to care about you, but it was undeniable now.
Being away from you for two weeks made him come to a few undeniable realizations. He missed youâmore than heâd like to admit. He missed the way your smile lit up the room whenever you looked at him, the playful roll of your eyes when you thought he was being ridiculous. He missed the banter, the little jabs youâd throw his way, always keeping him on his toes. Most of all, he missed hearing your voice, the way it grounded him in ways he never expected.
He regretted everythingâthe distance, the silence, the mess heâd madeâand he couldnât stop thinking about how much he wanted to make it right.
The car approached your apartment building, Rafe slowed down, glancing over at you one last time. You hadnât stirred for a while, and he didnât want to wake you up too abruptly, but he knew you needed to get out. He gently reached over and brushed your shoulder, speaking softly.
âY/N,â he murmured, his voice careful as if not wanting to startle you. âWeâre here.â
You blinked a few times, slowly coming to, the remnants of sleep fading from your face as you sat up straight. For a moment, you looked around, trying to get your bearings, and then your eyes landed on him. You offered him a small, grateful smile, and his heart skipped a beat.
âThanks for the ride,â you said softly, your voice still hoarse with exhaustion. âI really appreciate it.â
Rafe nodded, watching you with a mixture of concern and admiration. âNo problem. You okay now?â His voice was gentle, but there was an undertone of worry that you couldnât miss.
You gave a quiet sigh, nodding. âYeah⌠I think I just needed some air.â
He stayed still for a second, waiting, as you unbuckled your seatbelt and started to gather your things. The quiet moment lingered before you stepped out of the car and made your way to the front door of your building. Rafe stayed in the car, just watching you, his gaze never leaving you. His chest felt tight again, but this time, it was different. It wasnât fear of something going wrongâit was the simple concern of wanting you to be safe, wanting you to be okay.
As you reached the door, you fumbled through your bag, checking the contents. You muttered to yourself, growing more frantic as you checked again. A few seconds later, you pulled your head up in alarm.
âShitâŚâ you whispered under your breath.
Rafeâs gaze sharpened as he watched you struggle, a sense of urgency in your movements. He opened the car door slightly, ready to ask if something was wrong.
âEverything okay?â he called, his voice laced with concern.
You turned back, your eyes wide with panic. âIâI canât find my keys.â
His brow furrowed. âYou sure you didnât leave them in the car?â
You shook your head, feeling your heart pound in your chest. âIâm sure I brought them with me. I always check for them before leaving... but I canât find them. Oh godâŚâ Your voice trailed off as the panic began to rise again, a wave of dread settling in your stomach.
Rafeâs gaze softened. He could see the distress building in you, and for a split second, he wished he could take that weight off your shoulders.
âHey,â he called, getting out of the car now, taking a few steps toward you. âMaybe you dropped them inside, orââ
âNo,â you interrupted, your voice shaking. âIâm sure I had them when we left the event⌠Oh my godâŚâ You froze, your hands hovering over your bag again as realization hit you like a ton of bricks. âI dropped them,â you whispered, more to yourself than to Rafe, but he heard you clearly. âWhen I⌠when I freaked out. I mustâve dropped them at the event. Damn it.â
You turned around, scanning the ground as if your keys might miraculously appear, but you knew deep down they were long gone. You quickly pivoted and rushed back toward Rafeâs car, your anxiety spiking with each step. Rafe watched you for a moment before following closely behind, his own mind racing as he processed the situation.
âShit,â you muttered again, coming up to his car and looking inside like you could find your keys by some miracle. Rafe sat there, waiting for you to catch your breath before he spoke. âIâm sorry⌠I know this is a mess. I justâeverythingâs falling apart tonight. I didnât expect any of this, and now⌠now Iâve lost my damn keys. I donât know what to do.â
Rafe could see the exhaustion on your face, the mental and emotional toll of the evening weighing heavily on you. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel more alone in this.
âItâs alright,â he said, trying to calm you, his voice soft but firm. âWeâll figure this out. Donât worry.â He thought for a second, his eyes narrowing in contemplation. âI can call a locksmith, or we can check inside the building for a spare key. Maybe someone can help.â
You were already shaking your head, your eyes glossy with unshed tears. âI⌠I donât want to bother anyone. And I donât want to stay out here all night.â
Rafe saw how visibly shaken you were, how overwhelmed you seemed by everything. The night had gone completely sideways for you, and he couldnât stand the thought of you being alone, stuck in your apartment, still frazzled.
âYou could stay at my place tonightâŚâ
chapter eight
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i need some smut with all of the diasomnia members
(AFAB! reader will be appreciated or if it has a breeding kink if not then its okay since anything you create is insanely good)
love ur work btw one of my favorite creators here also donât mind the hate comments they just donât like peace or happiness. Stay hydrated and have a good day!!
I turned off Anon-asks because of the people who canât speak respectfully, but tysm! Also, I am ~95% sure that you wanted all of the Diasomnia members togetherâŚ? However, I felt a bit weird about it since their relationship is a lot like family, so I changed it a bit.
Warnings: AFAB!Reader who uses She/Her pronouns, Polyamory, Breeding, Sebek whimpers, Cunnilingus/Oral (Reader Receiving), Overstimulation, Aftercare.
Diasomnia
It had been a few months since you entered this⌠new relationship with the Diasomnia crew.Â
Basically, it all started when each of them realized that they had feelings for you, despite you dating Silver, and Silver was more than alright with sharing. However, due to the conflict of relationships, you all agreed that you would not lay in bed together.
After all: Despite no one being blood-related, it was still weird.
Anyway, this week was a rough week for everyone, with Malleus being forgotten from a meeting; Sebek, you, and Silver having had to study a bunch for upcoming tests and exams; and Lilia being sad that Malleus did not have an heir yet.
In other words, everyone needed some relief, and you were more than willing to spread your legs and welcome them.Â
However⌠This time, there was a twist.Â
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Silver went first. After all, he was very close to falling asleep, and he was probably going to be the most gentle with you. A warm-up, if you will.
He knelt on the floor, bringing you to the edge of the bed as he tongue-fucked you, his teeth grazing lightly on your clit before he grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders. The touch grounded him, reminding him to stay awake. Your scent nearly made him high.
Drawing another orgasm from you, his grip tightened to hold you still as his face became covered in your juices. He moaned a bit at your taste, the vibrations of his voice making you writhe even more under his grasp.Â
However, he soon felt his eyes growing heavy, so he pulled away from your dripping cunt to tag in Sebek. ~~~~~~~~
To say that you were overstimulated would be an understatement, especially since Sebekâs size was nothing to laugh at. He mounted you, and thanks to Silver, he slid right in.
Before you, he was a total virgin, and he was still learning the ropes around sex, but his desperate thrusts and whimpers were more than enough to make your brain melt from the pleasure he was giving you.
However, no matter how desperate he was, it was a rule between the five of you that Malleus was the only one allowed to come inside you⌠so when Sebek got close, he pulled out and stroked himself to finish all over your back.Â
Before he left to head to bed, he grabbed a warm towel to help prepare you for Malleus. After all, the incoming Prince needs the best, right?
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Malleus was, by far, the largest size you have ever taken.
He always had you in a mating press, always wanting to be able to see your beautiful face as he gently thrusted into you. Actually, it was more like rutting. His entire shaft didnât fit in all the way, as he only ever managed to fit half of it all at once.
You were the louder one out of the two of you, especially as he sank his fangs into your neck to muffle his grunts. The pretty noises you made would always be his favorite to hear, and he wouldnât be able to hear them if he was making any unnecessary noises. When he neared his finish, he stilled inside you as he filled you up, painting your insides white with thick cum. Then, he put a pillow under your hips to ensure that nothing spilled. After all, an heir needed to be produced, right?
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Lilia⌠he surprisingly had no need to get off. He knew you were tuckered out, and he didnât feel that insatiable urge for sex as much as he used to back in his younger days.
As he cleaned you up with a warm cloth, he giggled at your blissed out expression.
âYou know, dearie⌠The Briar Valley Queen would love to meet you soon⌠especially since you will be carrying Malleusâs heir very soon.â You thought about his words, smiling softly and nodding. âPerhaps⌠over the next Winter Break⌠I may go with you all? I have heard many things about Her Majesty, and I would love to meet her as well.â Lilia was happy to know that you did not have much of an issue with the situation. He thought that you would have an issue with having to carry a dragonâs heir, but you seemed very excited about the thought of becoming a mother. âYou shall make an excellent mother, my dear.. We are very excited to be with you on the rewarding, mind-changing journey that is pregnancy.â
Soon, your eyelids started growing heavier and heavier, and the sweet abyss that is called âsleepâ started taking over.
âGoodnight, lovely. See you in the morning.â
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prompt: hugh is your sugar daddy and he just bought you a new dress to wear at a movie premiere after party, but he cant resist wanting to take it off of you (also ur writings are fantastic đŠˇ)
Donât I Look So Pretty? | Sugar Daddy!Hugh Jackman x F!Reader
Warnings: Sugar Daddy, Age Gap (Reader is in their late 20âs â Hugh is 56) Secretive Relationship, Heavy Make Out, Hugh is Touchy Feely, Mentions of Smut, Mentions of Divorce, Choking, Biting, Thigh Riding, Slight Pain Kink,
Rating: M â No Minors
Word Count: 4.1k
Authorâs Note: Thank you so much for being my first ever High request! I was on the fence about doing RPF but you know what? I cannot pass up Sugar Daddy Hugh like that! Also I 100% spaced on the fact that you said after party and just wrote the premiere. I hope that was okay!
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How did you get so lucky? That was the age-old question in your mind. How did you go from working a 9-5 office job directly after getting your Masters, to now being a sugar baby? It still surprised you, knowing this was your life. A small studio apartment turned into a lavish penthouse. Your car that barely turned on anymore got upgraded to a brand-new Aston Martin; Youâve never driven it though â why would you if you have a private driver now? How you went from living and working independently to being a princess in less than a few months boggled your mind, but you wouldnât trade it in for the world. You were happy, for the first time in a long time.
Meeting Hugh Jackman was luck of the draw. You never realized how close your old job was to his home in the city, nor to his favorite coffee shop downtown. That was your solace after long days and dreaded mornings; Extra strong coffee and a bagel was your go-to. Seeing him each time meant that your day was going to be okay, his tender smile and short but sweet conversations got you through your week. It first started off as your favorites being already paid for, not having to waste your own dime anymore. Then it was your parking lot fees being comped, gas being prepaid, food constantly being delivered â all the way up to your rent being paid in full for four months. That is when things took a turn, Hugh didnât just chat you up to keep your company in the mornings, this time around he was setting terms. Falling into the roll of his sugar baby came so naturally, it was hard to know anything else. You felt bliss, complete happiness knowing you didnât have to go back to your boring office job. You didnât have to appease people who truly wanted to use you as a stepping stool for their own success, you could be free from the bullshit of it all. You never looked back, and you never would. Everything you needed was in front of you, and you wanted to keep it that way.
A year of being Hughâs sugar baby was everything you wanted, and everything he needed. Though this was the first time he had ever asked you to come to a movie premiere with him. It was hush-hush, especially after the divorce he went through. Hugh didnât take you on as his sugar baby for sexual reasons, but more for companionship. You both were lonely, seeking a connection and why not do it with someone who made you two feel comfortable. As time went on though, those fleeting touches and longing stares burned right through you. Ryan always said it was a match made; He could see through the charade. So here you sit in your closet, at your vanity getting your makeup done. Staring into the mirror while your personal glam team dolls you up, you reminisced about how things have been for the last year, how much happier you are, how deeply you fell in love with Hugh. Not that youâd ever admit it to him, what you had now was good. You didnât want to ruin that.
âAlright gorgeous, you are set.â Your makeup artist smiled as your hair stylist finished up with the hairspray. Looking up into the mirror, you were taken aback by the image in front of you. You knew you were pretty, beautiful even but right now? You look ethereal. There was a glow on your face not even the makeup could cover up, the way your eyes shined like you were blissfully happy with life. You looked like a painting, nothing seemed real but a perfect portrait of a girl in love. Tears welled in the corner of your eyes as you took yourself in, gasping lowly as your makeup artist set his chin on your shoulder, smiling with you. âThose heart eyes are all you, babe. Heâs going to drop to his knees when he sees you.â You couldnât help but feel the heat creeping up your neck to fan over your cheeks, your body shivering at his words. âI hope, I really hope.â You smiled small into the mirror, heart hammering as you thought of Hugh.
Before you could even begin to silently ponder the reaction he would have to you, a line of giggles fluttered in from the open closet door, humming ensuing as the blonde bun came back in sight. âSpecial delivery for a special girl,â your hair stylist laughed as she held the box in her hands. You cocked a brow as you spun around in your chair, flicking a silent what in her direction before looking at her hands. An ivory box with a gentle purple ribbon tied in a bow sat in her palms, causing your heart to swell. Biting your glossed lip, you took the box slowly from her hands, seeing a little envelope with your name written out tucked beneath. As you placed the box on your lap, you reached out to run your fingers across the ink, feeling how your fingers shook with anticipation. Gently you grasped the corner of the envelope, opening the back with a quick flick of your finger before pulling the card out.
I couldnât stop thinking about you when I saw this. I knew I needed to see you in it. Canât wait to see my pretty girl tonight. Having you by my side is going to feel so right.
Yours, Hugh xx
If you had any doubts before, you knew now that no matter what, Hugh was going to be obsessed with you. It never crossed your mind that he was going to buy you a dress for tonight, much less get it wrapped and ready to go. Especially on such short notice, it was the little actions he did that made you love him even more. Holding the sweet note to your chest, you swooned softly as you let your free hand work the box open, seeing the pearlescent tissue paper covering your dress. Your hair stylist didnât waste a moment to help you out, lifting the paper back so you could see what Hugh had picked. A deep sapphire blue dress, with little beads twisting to mimic vines across the bodice of the dress, all the way down well passed the hips. The sweetheart neckline perfectly complimented the sheer long sleeves that came down to your wrist.
As your makeup artist and hair stylist grabbed the dress out for you, holding it up, you noticed the deep slit up to the middle of your thigh, causing your breathing to become labored. It was stunning, truly a beauty you have never seen before. Hugh has bought you so many lavish pieces of jewelry, purses, dresses, but nothing ever so you. This didnât feel like something perfectly curated to fit what you wanted, but something that you wouldâve made yourself. Something you wouldâve dreamed of wearing. The small notion that he saw this and thought of you made you want to cry â it was too sweet for you to begin. Quickly your makeup artist came over to fan your face, making sure no tears fell over his hard work. That simple action had you laughing away the emotion welling up within you, making it hard to overthink.
A couple face fanning and strategically helping you into the dress so your hair nor makeup go ruined, finally you were in your dress. It felt right against you, like truly it belonged to you, was curated for you, was meant to be for you only. Now as you stand in front of the full length mirror staring at yourself, you felt like you. The way the color complimented not just your figure, but your skin color was the best. You felt like a goddess, you felt like an angel on Earth. You felt powerful, enough to take down an entire empire. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you took a deep breath as you smiled, ready to show Hugh what he had really bought for you. Your glamour team rubbed your arm and back as you began to walk out of the closet, giving you that extra boost you may need.
Thankfully living with Hugh made it so much easier to surprise him, not having to walk down a grand staircase or even stand outside of the door. Simply you could walk out of the closet, into your bedroom, and right into the living room where he was standing. His back was facing you as his front faced the fireplace, a hand pressed against the mantle as his other nursed a glass of water. In this moment you didnât have to say anything or move an inch. Hugh could feel that you were behind him, he could smell your perfume and instantly felt his body run hot. He longed for you, each and every day. Though you two werenât intimate, it didnât stop the deep connection you developed with each other. Having that emotional connection was perfect, even if a physical one didnât happen. Being a sugar daddy was new to him too; Ryan told him not to fall in love but, with you he couldnât help it.
Slowly Hugh turned around from his position, his eyes unfocused behind his glasses. From his fuzzy vision he could make out the color of your dress, and knew he wasnât going to be able to handle this. As his vision came back into focus, Hugh sucked a breath in, eyes dilating at what he was seeing. Starting at your face, he let his eyes wander over your features, taking in your beauty from a few steps away. He was wondering how the hell he got so lucky, how he had the fortune of existing at the same time as you, you were everything to him. Slowly his eyes careened down to your neck, ghosting over your chest and down your front. Each flick of his gaze caused your body to grow warm, the slick between your thighs growing more and more. Once his eyes fell upon the generous slit in your dress, once emerald eyes turned obsidian. His facial features never moved, they stayed in their frozen state as his eyes flicked back to you, his mouth agape.
âWoah,â Hugh breathed out, his heart pounding in his chest. You couldnât stop yourself from giggling, biting your lip as you slowly made your way to him. The strawberry vanilla lotion you had used wafted through his nostrils, mixed with your perfume made him feral. It was then you noticed how his tie matched the color of your dress, causing you to feel warm and fuzzy. The little details like that made it special for you, made this relationship feel not monetary â but real. âThat bad, huh?â You snorted out, running your fingers down the collar of his blazer as your eyes remained on his. You could see there was something more brewing beneath his gaze, but he wasnât showing â he was shutting it out for his own sake. Hugh laid his hands on your lips as he looked deep into your eyes, smiling like a man obsessed. âYou look perfect. I knew this dress was made for you.â
Hearing him say that made your smile turn wide, leaning forth to give him a small kiss on the cheek as you let your breath waft over his ear. âThank you for this, Hugh. That was too kind. Youâre too sweet.â They were the best set of words you could string together; Under his stare this time around, you couldnât think coherently. The energy between the two of you had shifted â once full of pink and purple lights now swam in dark reds and emerald. It was thick, not suffocating but held you both in. You felt your body pushing against his without even thinking about it, Hugh could feel it too. Bringing his hand up to caress your jaw, his eyes fell to your lips, enraptured by the color chosen to compliment the dress. âAnything for my baby. You ready?â He smiled, his eyes never leaving your mouth. Nodding against his hand, you moved your head slightly to the side as you kissed his palm, holding your other hand against his chest. âAs Iâll ever be.â
That was all Hugh needed to hear to grab your hand, bringing the back up to his lips as he let his kiss linger. Taking your hand into his, you both made your way out to the town car with his driver, making your way to the premiere.
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Everything that you couldâve possibly thought a red carpet for a premiere could be, you got to experience. It was a blur of lights and yelling but it was magical. Seeing how the cast latched onto Hugh and his excellence made your heart grow fond. Seeing how many of his friends came out to support him warmed your insides. Tonight was about him and his amazing performance, to be tagging along with him to experience this was a dream come true. Though you didnât want the full red-carpet experience; Seeing the plethora of lights and cameras shuttering made you feel lightheaded. Instead, you made your way over his Hughâs assistant, falling right behind him in step as he made his way around to interviews with Hugh. This was your choice at the end of the day, Hugh was okay with what made you feel safe, but a part of him wishes he couldâve had you on the carpet with him, showing off his girl.
Everything flew by in the snap of your fingers, interviews and pictures were completely done with now as you two made it into the packed theater. The complimentary concessions stand was buzzing to life with all the celebrities wanting a snack, the chatter gradually got quieter as people started to make their way to their seats. You could feel your nerves on edge as you looked around. Hugh leaned closer to you as he laced his arm your waist, holding you to him as he ran his thumb over the dress. Turning your face up to look at him, you could see that his brows were pulled together. He looked upset, worried even as his eyes panned around the room. It was something you have never see Hugh do before, and you wondered what was the matter. âYou okay, Hugh?â You asked as you held him close, placing your lips near his shoulder
Your words seemed to have broken him out of his internal thoughts, causing him to come back into reality. âHm? Oh yeah, Iâm great!â He chimed, leaning down to lay a kiss on your temple. It felt staged, artificial. Was he nervous about all the people? About bringing you along? Was he not wanting to see someone? Too many questions placated your mind as you tried to read Hughâs expression. You could see a small glimmer of pain in his eyes as he searched the room, his breathing become harsh. Rubbing your hand along his lower back, you placed your hip against his, leaning as close as you possibly could so only he could hear you. âYou sure? You look distracted.â You knew he was, and you were silently hoping he would tell you why, but alas he looked down at you with a blank stare, trying to mask how he was feeling. âIâm okay, my darling.â
Nodding up at Hugh, you gave him a small smile as you looked back at the crowd. It was then that you heard a small gasp of success from Hughâs lips, not giving you time to ask what was going on. Hugh was a man on a mission, and wasnât going to stop until he got what he wanted. His hand wrapped to yours tightly, tugging you through the theater. As you pushed your way through the line Hugh had made for you, you couldnât help but let out a small laugh at his eagerness. Hugh wasnât upset but he was excited for something, of which you could not tell. But the way he looked back at you made your skin alight in adoration, his eyes sparkling with something more than like. You felt your body run hot as he stared at you, pulling you closer. Rounding the corner near the theater entrances, Hugh noted the light blue door at the end of the hall, humming out as he started to sprint with you.
Gathering the skirt of your dress in your free hand, you made good pace with Hugh as he led you to the door. Pushing it open with ease, you were met with the brightly lit interior of the bathroom, causing you to squint slightly. The bright light threw you off your balance as Hugh fully pulled you into the bathroom, maneuvering your body while you tried to adjust to the light. As your eyes finally focused, you felt your back being pressed up against the bathroom door, locking it with a harsh click. Hugh had both of your wrists clasped into his hands, holding them strictly above your head. Your eyes went wide at the action, staring into his blackened ones, your breathing labored in comparison to his easy one. âHugh! What-â You yelped out, but were cut short by Hugh shaking his head. His salt and peppered beard ran over your cheek as he tucked his head down, his breath sliding across your neck. âSshh, donât talk. Donât talk.â
You obeyed his command as you whimpered, letting your eyes fall closed naturally at the feeling of him pressed against you. Hugh pulled his head back from your neck as he stared down at you, bringing his left hand down to grab at your chin, pointing your face up towards him. You could see the feral nature wanting to slip out and play with you, wanting to add physical contact to your relationship. You could see how Hugh was fighting it back with each breath, the small line teetering the deeper you gazed. You didnât want just an emotional connection anymore, you wanted to make good on your job of sugar baby, giving Hugh exactly what he needs. He could see that in your eyes as well, the conflict of whether it would be a good idea. Tonight was a night of firsts, why not add that to the menu? A slight whimper left Hughâs mouth as you pressed your breasts to him, leaning forth to nip at his bottom lip. âEarlier you asked me if I was okay. I lied, Iâm not okay.â He sounded as if he was in pain, causing a wave of arousal to slip through your lower lips.
You felt your mind going hazy at the lack of space you two had, adding to the tension you wanted to slice with a knife. âW-Whatâs up?â It came out more as a moan than a sincere question, and you felt Hughâs reserve slipping away. A chuckle of arousal slipped from his parted lips as he slid his left hand from your chin, to your neck. The action itself made your body sing, your eyes rolling back as he pushed. He was holding you hard enough so you couldnât move, but not hard enough to where you couldnât breathe. Instead, his thumb and first finger found your pulse point, pushing down to restrict the blood flow to your head, making your sight go fuzzy. âFuck it,â Hugh let out with a growl. There was not enough time to respond before he pressed his mouth to yours, invading your senses.
Time stopped in that moment, slowing down enough to fully take in this moment. The first kiss of your relationship with Hugh, something you two have been wanting so bad over the last year. The floodgates had broken in this moment, letting you two embark on this voyage of discovery. His lips slotting against yours like he was made for you, how your mouth formed perfectly to his. The simple flicks of your tongue against his ignited the fire from within, causing you to burn to ash and be born anew. You struggled against Hughâs grasp, wanting nothing more than to hold him close to you, feel every ridge of his body under your palms, to feel his burning passion. As if he had read your mind, Hugh had let your hands go, deepening the kiss. A sultry moan slipped past your parted lips as he licked into your mouth, letting him swallow it down.
Your hands slid down as he released his grasp, finding purchase on his hips. Letting your left-hand maneuver upwards, you tangled your fingers into Hugh hair at the base of his neck, giving the roots a soft tug. A growl escapes his lips and pours into your mouth; His right hand working its way under the slit of your dress to hold your plush thigh. The tantalizing touch of his calloused fingers against your baren skin made you want to scream in pleasure, to let this man ravish you all across the world. Hugh pulled back, panting like an animal as he gripped at your neck tighter, his touch shaking. âI canât stop thinking about stripping you out of this dress.â Hugh sounded like he was in pain, a primal sound you have never heard him make. He sounded like a man possessed, the only cure was to make you scream his name.
A moan slipped out of his mouth as his hand slipped between your legs, feeling how sopping your cunt was at making out with him. Feeling his fingers slide against your panties made your knees buckle. Hugh stuck his knee between your thighs to hold you up, burying his face into your neck. âGod, I fucking need you baby. I canât do this any longer.â Hearing his desperate he was for you made you feel powerful, your hand gripping his hair tighter as he ravishes your neck. Hughâs lips latched on roughly to the skin of your throat, suckling against the sweet scent of you. His knee on the other hand, slid back and forth against you, letting your erect clit nudge the soft fabric. Everything was too much, every feeling was too much, yet you didnât want any of it to stop.
Grinding yourself down against his thigh, Hugh took that as an opportunity to bite into your neck, not hard enough to break skin but enough to mark whatâs his. That was enough to send you over the edge, digging your nails into the back of his neck as you tossed your head back against the door. Against your core thigh you could feel Hugh growing harder, silently begging to make him cum. The mere size of him shocked you, knowing he would give you a good stretch if you tried. Just the thought was enough to put you on edge, his words aiding in your arousal. âIf Iâm not inside of you in the next two seconds, I might pass out.â You couldnât take it anymore, you were sweating like a bitch in heat. You needed Hugh, and needed him now. You needed to feel him inside of you, to mark you, show everyone that you are his. âWould you-â You began, not able to finish as Hugh pulls his face back from your neck.
âYes.â How quickly he responded made you laugh, which in turn caused Hugh to roughly press his knee against your clothed clit, sending a wave of arousal through your body. Never tearing your eyes away from his, you licked your glossed lips sensually, putting on your best innocent eyes you could muster as you spoke. âYou didnât let me-â Hugh had heard enough to know what you meant, because he needed the exact same from you. Hugh brought his face up inches from yours, pecking your lips slightly as he groaned out, your hand gripping his erect cock through his slacks. âWould you like to go home and let me worship you? Yes, I would baby.â
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When You Touch Me - Wolverine x male reader x Deadpool 6/?
Some light word-building, and a try at explaining a little with reader's thinking/worldview. And of course, a soulmate :3 Next chapter in about a week(+/- a day)! (AO3) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)
Warnings/tags: male reader, canon-typical violence, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn
Wordcount: 2506
Summary: Youâve heard many stories about how people met their soulmates. Everyone crazier than the last, ranging from typical meet cutes, meeting with one of them at death's door, in war, meeting at your soulmate's wedding to another, and everything in between and outside of that. You had just never expected to add yours to the crazy list, meeting yours in a fight, only realizing after trying to kill each other for at least half an hour. And you certainly donât expect to have another.
Itâs been a week since you saw either of them.Â
Your soulmates.Â
You donât like them being that, you could call them something else you suppose. But calling them their names all the time is more of a mouthful, and though you gave them nicknames before you learned their names, giving them new ones seems worse than just calling them what they are. (Even as much as you hate it.)
The ache in your shoulders and upper back has settled to a near permanent thing now, only fleeting relief for the for the briefest of moments if you massage the area.Â
You know why it doesnât fade, but you donât want to admit that to anyone, especially not Evelyn when you visit her for a check up, this time at home in her and Oliviaâs apartment.
You wonder how many other people have to bring brownies to their doctor appointments as you ring Evelynâs and Oliviaâs doorbell outside the building. To be fair, not everyone elseâs doctor works as a veterinarian and has a wife that would kill you if you didnât bring them (not really, but sometimes you think Olivia is certainly capable of doing so).Â
Said wife is the one who buzzes you in, and greets you in the hallway just outside their front door with an enthusiastic yell of your name, and a hug that makes you let out a small grunt of pain that you try to hide in favor of hugging her back with the arm not currently holding onto the strap of your backpack.
âOh, Iâm sorry, youâre a wounded man, come in, come in, Evelyn is just setting up.â Her beautiful dark and curled hair bounces as she heads to the kitchen, and you follow her after making sure the front door is closed behind you.
The kitchen table is covered in towels, towels you know are specifically for this purpose, since none of them are the cute patterns Olivia loves. You also know that underneath thereâs cling wrap covering the table, for cleanliness and just in case. It hadnât been often you had been on this kitchen table instead of the clinic table, but the procedure Evelyn has around it isnât unknown to you. A lot more organized than what Wadeâs and Loganâs had been.Â
You banish the thought of them from your mind as you put your backpack down, dipping your hand inside to fish out the box of carefully wrapped brownies out, and present them to Olivia. She gasps at you, almost yanking the box out of your hand with how fast she takes it.
âSometimes I swear itâs like you are my second soulmate.â Your stomach swoops at her words, and you make a face. She knows and disagrees with your view on soulmates, so you know itâs a friendly jab, and normally you wouldnât have cared, but this time it hits something you donât like.
âYeah, yeah.â You roll your eyes at her, focusing on Evelyn instead as Olivia goes to put her treasure away. âReady for me doc?â Seems to be the perfect time to ask that question as Evelyn puts gloves on and pats the table.Â
âUp you go.â You do as asked, hoisting yourself up. You take your shirt off, balling it up, putting it under your head as you lay down, getting comfortable. âFeeling fine?â Evelyn starts to peel your bandages off, slowly and carefully.
âYeah. They seem to be doing fine, in my non-medical opinion.â She hums, and you know sheâs taking your words into consideration, but it wonât really matter much before she has had a look herself. You let your eyes stay open, watching the ceiling as you hear Olivia putter around the kitchen, and feel Evelyn poke around your wounds.
Nasty couple of things. Well, they had been. You have been surprised nothing had gotten infected, you had no idea how well Wade took care of his swords, how nasty or not they were. But well, to be fair to him, if you had gotten an infection, your makeshift bandages would have been just as likely a culprit.
âLooks like you wonât die anytime soon, but theyâll still leave some nasty scars behind.â Evelyn offers, seeming to be done with her inspection of you, as she changes gloves, and starts applying new bandages. You shrug, you figured out much. Nothing cuts that deep without leaving behind a mark.
Well, unless you are a super healing mutant. Even after you had tried multiple times. Both with a katana and a gun.
Should you even feel bad for hurting your soulmates like that when it was done when in panic but with the knowledge it would heal? And you got more permanently hurt?
And to be fair, Wade had knocked you out before you ever hurt them after realizing they were your soulmates, so it wasnât like you hadnât been hurt, but you shot them both. Caused them more pain.
So maybe you are all a little beyond messed up.Â
Made for each other, like that soulmate shit implies.
You shake your head at that thought, dispelling it into the ether, which gets you a weird look from Evelyn as she finishes with your bandage.
âYou alright?â
âYeah, I just havenât been sleeping right.â
âChest pain?â Her hands hover near your chest, but move away as you shake your head.
âNo, shoulder and upper back, think Iâve accidentally pulled something.â She frowns.
âI thought I told you to not work out or put unnecessary strain on your body as you heal.â You know what itâs from, and itâs definitely not that.
âI havenât been working out or lifting anything heavy, I promise. Iâm just an old man.â You joke, she rolls your eyes at you as you sit up, taking the glass of water Olivia offers you.
âLet me know if it keeps up, and Iâll see if I canât figure out what it is, and get you something for it.â She canât know and wonât be able to get you anything, but still you nod.
âAm I allowed to put my shirt back on Doc, or do you just want to ogle me some more?â You joke, this earns you a slap on the shoulder by a now gloveless hand just after Olivia hands you a chocolate chip cookie.Â
âThought you were making pasta?â You get off the table and take a bite out of your cookie as Olivia smiles at you, and Evelyn starts cleaning up.
âI am, but good patients get rewards.âÂ
âWhat am I, five?â You joke, Olivia reaches out as if to take the cookie out of your hand, you take a step back. âI prefer your cookies over any stupid little toy.â Oliviaâs smile is bright, and if you werenât gay and she didnât have a soulmate, she could have been your type. She turns around, planting a kiss on Evenlynâs cheek as she passes her on her way to grab ingredients for the dinner she is going to make for you all.
You lean on the kitchen counter and munch on your cookie, mindful to stay in the background and out of the way for them both as they move around each other with ease. Evelyn cleaning up medical supplies and the makeshift sickbed, Olivia starting to cook dinner.
You donât want to bring up your soulmates with either of them, since you know their stance on it all is opposite of yours, since they are themselves soulmates. Youâve had plenty of arguments about this both drunk and mostly sober. You think soulmates make one vulnerable and just bring misery in the end, they think it brings strength and that you should enjoy what good you can have in life.
So you know they would just tell you to go to your soulmates, and be with them.Â
For the rest of your life.Â
Ugh.
Youâre fine on (mostly) your own, thanks.
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This time, when the universe decides itâs time for some light fuckery, itâs Logan. On his own. And itâs not while you are working.Â
Not that it makes it any better.
You are taking it slow, the bar you find yourself in isnât the fanciest thing, which suits you perfectly. The tables are mostly clean and the floor has seen better days, but they have several types of beer on tap and in bottles, a pool table, and even two shuffleboards. All in all, very casual, somewhere you could sit alone, or join a random group playing one of the games. If money sometimes exchanged hands, both between players and spectators, nobody gave a shit.
You had been a few times before, always enjoying yourself. Youâre not even drinking this time, sticking to soda as much as you want to have a proper drink. You had just needed to get out of your apartment, and though you long to feel the burn of alcohol pass over them, you know it wonât heal any faster, so if you can just keep from drinking for a little longer, you can get back to the normal state of things quicker.
Well, as normal as they can get after the universe decided to change the core of your life. You were not one for company, at least not permanently.
Currently you are sitting at a table, watching two long bearded and bald men play pool, making snide comments back and forth. You had made a bet on the man with the scarred ear, but he is losing, pretty badly.
Oh well, 20 bucks isnât the end of the world.
What kind of feels like it though, is when you spot Logan walking into the bar. Heâs wearing normal clothes this time, just some jeans, boots, and a green flannel. He glances around the bar, you duck your head in the hope that he doesnât see you.
You donât hope for long though, as a very full glass of what looks like whiskey is sat down next to your soda, and the chair on the other side of the table becomes occupied.
âLogan.â Your uttering of his name in greeting is icy, your name falling from his lips are decidedly less so.
âWhat are you doing here?â You ask him, feeling your shoulders ease up. Which annoys you so much, heâs just arrived, and heâs already making you feel better. You want to go, to leave, even as your loosening muscles reminds you that staying for a little bit will stave off side effects of your unfortunately shared bond.Â
âDrinking.â He grunts, taking a sip of his glass. You roll your eyes and look at him for a few moments, head swirling with thoughts. You settle on one, just to have something to say as you stall and try to figure out how much time you need to feel more than just a little less shitty, though you canât help but be actually curious as you ask.
âCan you even get drunk with your healing shit?â Logan frowns, and you wonder if thatâs his default. You donât ask about that though.
âWith some effort.â
âWhy the fuck even be in a bar then?â Your tone is still not kind, even as you feel your shoulders ache just a little bit less, like you had just massaged over a good spot. He shrugs.
âCompany I guess.â Itâs your turn to frown.
âI have no interest in being company. Get away from me Logan, or I will make you go away.â You know you should stay close longer so you can also stay away longer, but you are still stubborn, not wanting the fuckery that is soulmates.Â
At least if you just stay in the same room, it should help, you think.Â
You hope. No need to stay close in the slightest.Â
He takes you in, quickly glancing at you from top to toe.
âI -â You donât let him speak.
âWhat did I just say Logan?â He scowls at you, you glare back at him, but let him speak when he opens his mouth this time.
âI donât like it.â Logan reluctantly admits as the scowl stays on his face. âThis being the way we are going about things.â He clarifies.
âThough shit.â He tilts his head at you, scowl turning into more of a squint.
âAre you always this combative?â You feel like a street dog on high alert, barking in warning.Â
âFuck off.âÂ
âLook-â And when barks donât workâŚâŚ
âYou had your warning.â You say as you grab your knife from your left leg. You stab it into his hand, aiming for the skin between where the claws go through his hand, hitting the jackpot as red seeps around the knife and the tip of it burrows into the table. Seconds later there is warm and sharp metal pushing your chin up. You grin and waggle a finger at him.
âNah ah, mortal, remember?â You twist the knife around once for good measure, making him grunt in pain, and then pull it out of his hand. You already know you are banned from this bar for life, but you donât care. His claws retract, this time you realize it actually makes a sound. Huh.
âSo you are always this combative.â Logan grits out between his clenched teeth, as his hand heals itself, leaving behind nothing but the blood that spilled out where you stabbed him.
âFellas, time to go.â A bouncer suddenly stands in front of your table now, a t-shirt with security over his chest in big white letters. Heâs huge, towering over both you and Logan, arms ready at his sides, eyes flicking between the two of you. You see Logan seize him up, and for a moment you wonder if he is going to fight the man, but his eyes go to you as you get off your chair.
âYeah, yeah, Iâm going.â You put your knife away. âAgain, fuck off Logan.â You show him the finger as you walk out. Heâs just steps behind you, clearly no longer welcome in the bar either, but he keeps his distance as you both go out of the door.Â
You have no idea where he's going, and you have no plans now, so you start walking in the direction of home.
After gaining some distance, you look over your shoulder. You donât want to be followed. Logan is standing just outside of the bar, looking at your retreating back, but he takes a step forward as your eyes connect with his. You show him the finger again as you disappear around a corner.
You rub your forehead as you are out of sight, annoyance cursing through you. You think some of it might be his.
Fuck, you wish you could get drunk right now. Well, you could, but it wouldnât be good for your healing. And you have no idea how bad or good your control over your bonds are when youâre drunk.
Just another thing for future you to figure out, you guess.
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SuperBat #3: Paperwork
This takes place after the League all reveal their identities to eachother. Bruce funds a large chunk of the League, and Clark does a lot of the reporting and interviews.
Bruce tends to stay on-base for a while after the League meetings adjourn. It's so much easier to get paperwork done off-world, especially with how busy the Manor and Batcave can get. The interruptions are minimal, there aren't kids running around trying to spar with eachother, and Bruce doesn't have to worry about getting called into the field. Plus, the cafeteria has a fantastic view of the Earth below. What's not to like?
So there Bruce is, finishing up a watchtower expense report, drinking his coffee, when Clark walks in with full Superman gear and a notepad. He sits down at another table, not yet noticing the de-cowled Bat two tables over from him. He starts to read over his notepad with League accounts of the recent Legion of Doom incident when he hears the chair across from him move. Clark looks up, making direct eye contact with Bruce.
"New article?" The detective looks at the notepad.
"Yeah," Clark sighs. "I wish some of the League had thought to get media training. I don't know what to do with this quote." Clark points at a line Hal had given him about how the Joker wasn't "as funny as he usually is."
Bruce chuckles. "That's quite the statement. I'll look into setting up a workshop for us. God knows some of them need it."
Clark looks at Bruce, dumbfounded. He had never seen the Caped Crusader laugh so openly while in costume, even with cowl off. He shakes off the surprise, and looks at what Bruce is working on.
"Expense reports?"
"Mhm." Bruce nods. "Some damage occurred to a couple zeta tubes during the Legion of Doom fight. Repairs were pricey, but manageable."
"I didn't know you did the paperwork for that," Clark remarked, brows furrowed slightly.
Bruce smiled slightly. "What, did you assume I had someone manage it for me?"
"Well, I mean. Yeah." Clark scratched his neck, his face heating up slightly. "I mean, you can afford to, plus you always have a lot on your plate."
"It's hard to find people with accounting experience that we can trust with our secrets. I thought we'd be better off if I did them myself."
Clark nods. That makes sense, he thinks. Bruce isn't really a trusting guy.
The duo fall into a comfortable silence, working across from each other, enjoying the company. The next meeting, Clark asks Bruce to stay after again, and they do, enjoying the familiar silence and each other's company. After that, every League meeting also becomes a work session for the two.
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The Mystery of Chopper Base foreshadowed Ezra's exile.
Ezra's anxieties about Malachor brought him to Zeb. He was headed to a Sith temple with Kanan and Ahsoka, and it was with Zeb that Ezra was able to show his more vulnerable side.
He said it. "I don't know when we'll be back. Or if we'll be back."
And the thing is...the Ezra who came back from Malachor is not the same Ezra.
The new Ezra that came back was traumatized, angry, defeated, grieving, and he blamed himself for just how sideways their mission to Malachor went. This new Ezra started wielding a green lightsaber and came very close to falling to the dark side if Kanan had not been there to pull him back from the edge.
This Ezra came back jaded and vengeful and guilt-ridden after Maul blinded Kanan, and he and Kanan had been forced to leave Ahsoka behind with Vader while the Sith temple collapsed around them.
This Ezra came back with a Maul shaped shadow doing everything possible to make Ezra his new apprentice.
This Ezra survived against Darth Vader for a second time (because someone else was there to save him).
Ezra was already grieving the death of his parents when Malachor happened. Malachor hurt everyone in his family. He brought Kanan back to Hera physically injured and forever changed, and he wasn't able to bring Ahsoka back to Rex at all.
But despite the grief that everyone was experiencing, they persevered. Hera continued on with the mission and Rex spent just as much time pulling Ezra back towards the light as Kanan and Sabine did.
Hera and Kanan's final conversation before Malachor ended up becoming a reality. Kanan regained his vision and was able to look at Hera in his final seconds of life.
Ahsoka and Rex's final conversation was the very first scene in the Twilight of the Apprentice, and it was over Space Facetime. Rex was so nervous about Ahsoka going without him and she had to remind him that she was not alone. Rex is used to mourning his brothers. He's done it thousands of time. He's used to seeing his own face die over and over again. Losing Ahsoka would be different though. She wasn't a clone trooper, but she was still a soldier just like him. She was his best friend, his closest ally, someone he trusted with his life more times than he could care to count. They were each other's sword and shield.
Ezra understands these bonds. It's what his bond with Sabine was becoming.
And all of them (with the exception of Kanan because my boy sacrificed his life to save the people he loved, and Ahsoka because we don't even know when she is, let alone where she is at this point) followed Ezra into battle to take Lothal back from the Empire. They freed Lothal from the grip of Darth Sidious, but Ezra didn't get to see it happen. He was somehow surviving a long ass trip through hyperspace with space whales and a very pissed off Grand Admiral Thrawn.
He spends ten years in exile, alone, on another planet in a distant galaxy with a ship full of stranded Imperials nearby and always ready to kill him, but he still manages to find a new family, traveling with them and protecting them, grieving his loss and becoming more attuned to the Force.
The Ezra that Sabine finds is so much like the Ezra that she first met on Lothal. He doesn't seem to be carrying a heavy burden, but he knows he needs to get back home because Thrawn is a Big Problem, and he's had ten years learning how to outsmart the Imperials and the Nightmothers.
He's returning home with a lightsaber that matches Kanan's and he's about to meet Kanan's son Jacen for the first time.
The empire is toppled now but he and Zeb will have plenty of war stories to trade when they see each other again, especially as the threat of the Empire's return is rising again.
#star wars rebels#ahsoka series#star wars rebels was always foreshadowing sabine becoming a jedi too#ahsoka was such a good series and i am so excited for season 2#and i can't wait to see ezra reuniting with his long lost family#jacen has only ever heard amazing stories about ezra bridger#and now he's finally going to meet him#star wars needs to start paying my therapy bills because it loves to break my brain on an emotional level#ahsoka tano#sabine wren#ezra bridger#zeb orrelios#convor convor convor#kanan jarrus#captain rex#jacen syndulla#hera syndulla#ahsoka's gotta deal with the mortis gods again it looks like and i'm so ready because mortis is my favorite arc
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Sorry can't stop thinking abt Stan being Fidds' semi-lobotomized housewife because. Having the power to erase guilt and shame and regret is Not Good but also. Getting into the habit of memory-wiping someone else? Especially a partner????
The first few times it was just about the portal incident, Stan simply couldn't function with those memories - even though all the memories left were foggy as if they were from lifetimes ago, and he still couldn't say a word. They were innocent, justifiable, even Ford relented that it was better than Stan being terrified of him and his house for reasons Ford knew but would not divulge. Stan had started spacing out for hours at a time, but Fidds thought that might be from the portal.
Fidds assumed they would be taking the portal apart after then, but Ford hesitated. He had seen what it did to Stanley but he still hesitated. So Fidds stormed out, determined to never work with him again. That day he went home and he told Stan that his brother couldn't be reasoned with. Stan said he wanted to go talk to Ford himself - the wipes were starting to hold better, by then, he was almost who he was (with a few more gray hairs). But the conversation went bad, terribly, Ford had been awake for 3 days by then and sitting on the couch next to his brother just calmed him down so much he fell asleep on Stan's shoulder.
Fidds got a call from Ford later that Bill had done something with his sleeping body, and Stan had locked himself in a closet and Ford could see the blood on the handle but Stan wouldn't open the door.
Fiddleford erased that interaction from Stan's memory, too - said he got the bump on his head and the scratches on his arms from a bar fight. Stan didn't believe him, but he learned that questions only brought him migraines. It didn't take as many memory wipes to stick, that time, because by then Ford wasn't seen at all. Fiddleford bought a book on Hanukkah and celebrated it with Stanley in their new shared apartment. Stanley called his Ma and she said he sounded sick but Stanley laughed it off.
Then Stanley woke up from a nightmare - he'd spent a good deal of time on the streets before he had reconciled with Stanford in their early 20s, and every peek Fidds got into that life made his stomach twist. All those memories ever did was burden Stan, and it was just so easy for Fiddleford to hold Stanley's cheek with one hand and the memory gun with the other, erasing the pieces that hurt Stan - selling himself at seventeen, almost freezing in the back of his car, those six months in that prison, the attempts by both criminals and police to kill him. Without them, Stanley was never paranoid, or burdened. He was happier. Fidds had made him happier.
So why stop? Fidds had already made a group for others dedicated to caring for those burdened by the disturbing creatures of gravity falls. Stan was so much happier when he wasnt worried people would short-change him or turn on him - cutting away the last strings tying him down was almost Fidds' duty. Something Fiddleford said scared him? Wiped clean, Stanley didn't have to know about the society of the blind eye. He didn't like what his Ma told him the last time he called? He doesn't remember what she said to him. He misses his brother? He doesn't have to remember Ford. Sure, Stanley had been a lot more submissive lately - almost vacant - but surely that was just because he knew what Fidds did was always for his best interest and he trusted him so implicitly.
Then Fidds came home from his meeting and saw Ford in his livingroom. Ford slammed him into a wall, demanding to know what he was doing to Stan. Fidds said he wasn't doing anything but helping him. Ford said he'd been here for two hours and Stan. Hadn't. Moved. Fidds said he was just having one of his spacing-spells and he would be fine - he was right there. Ford said Stan had soiled himself an hour ago and didn't notice. Fidds said he did that sometimes - probably from the trauma of the portal. Ford started throwing punches, so Fidds made him forget he had a brother.
#fiddlestan#Not like. In a good way though#Idk why Fiddleford is so fascinating to me#Btw Tate is in the house at the end there#Tate and Stan used to be pretty close but now Stan kind of scares him he's like a mannequin
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MCU Timeline: The Avengers
All events of the movie take place in May 2012.
April 2012 - Steve Rogers wakes up after nearly 70 years in ice.
May 1st:
Early morning - Loki's arrival on Earth. Avengers Assemble.
Hill reports the situation to the World Security Council.
Day in the USA/Night in Russia - Natasha interrogates the Russian mafia. Coulson calls her from the Helicarrier and sends her to India to get Bruce.
Fury's meeting with the WSC.
May 2nd:
Natasha recruits Bruce in Kolkata.
Fury briefs Rogers on the situation.
Evening - Coulson informs Tony and gives him Dr. Selvig's documents on the Tesseract.
Night - Pepper goes to Washington, Coulson - to pick up Steve.
Tony spends the night studying the information provided by S.H.I.E.L.D.
May 3rd:
Pepper in DC ("working on the zoning for the next three buildings").
S.H.I.E.L.D. evacuates Jane Foster to Norway.
Rogers, Coulson, Banner and Romanoff arrive at the Helicarrier (Atlantic Ocean).
9:40 pm (local time) - Loki in Stuttgart. Rogers, Romanoff, and Tony appear shortly after his arrival. Tony arrests Loki.
Why May 3rd: the exhibition "Conquests and Sacrifice" is open from May 4 to Oct 21, as we can see on the banners. The event Loki is attending is a private opening ceremony, a vernissage, which usually takes place the day before the opening to the public.
Soon after - Thor arrives on Earth. The fight in the forest.
Night - Everyone is back on the Helicarrier.
May 4th:
Early morning - Thor and Coulson talk.
Morning - Natasha interrogates Loki. The team argues in the lab. Science Bros find out that the Tesseract is in NYC. Barton attacks the Helicarrier (over NJ). Hulk and Thor fall. Tony saves the Helicarrier. Natasha knocks Clint out. Loki escapes after killing Coulson.
Soon after (in 30-90 min) - Fury's "There was an idea" pep talk. Bruce wakes up in a warehouse in New Jersey. Clint is back to himself. Tony figures out Loki's plan. Everyone heads to Manhattan.
Afternoon - The Battle of New York. While Doctor Strange performs surgery, the Avengers and the Ancient One battle Loki and Thanos' Chitauri army. Tony saves the world. Thanos' Chitauri army is destroyed, Loki is captured by the Avengers.
Soon after the battle - STRIKE (HYDRA) takes the Scepter to deliver it to Dr. List. The Hulk is not allowed to enter the elevator and he takes the stairs. Tony and Thor somehow manage to keep the Tesseract and Loki out of HYDRA's hands. The team eats shawarma.
May 5-6:
People all over the world celebrate the victory. Some people (especially politicians) debate whether their saviors are a threat. Some continue to consider them and the aliens a hoax.
Thor, Loki and the Tesseract depart to Asgard. Avengers Disassembled. Bruce stays with Tony in NYC.
May 6th - Hill and Fury are interrogated by the World Security Council.
The First week after the Battle - Tony remodels Stark Tower into Avengers Tower with rooms for each member of the team.
5-12 days after the battle (May 9-16) - "Item 47" events.
Second half of May - Department of Damage Control is formed. After cases of civilians appropriating alien weapons and technology and committing crimes with them, the federal government restricts private contractors' access to clean up the aftermath of the Battle. Adrian Toomes starts his own alien weapons smuggling business.
Iron Man (2008) Timeline
#marvel#mcu#tony stark#iron man#the avengers#steve rogers#captain america#thor#hulk#loki#black widow#natasha romanoff#clint barton#hawkeye#nick fury#shield#mcu timeline#spider man homecoming#phil coulson#maria hill
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Block Tales Predictions & Headcanons Because This is my New Hyperfixation
Predictions
So the next sword is 100% the Firebrand. And what better fire level is there than an active volcano? I believe the next demo will open up the docks & we're gonna be sailing to a tropical, volcanic island for the Firebrand.
Added with that, I believe we'll meet the ship captain mentioned by Mayor Monty (can't for the life of me remember the name rn), as he'll be the one to sail us across.
I also believe that this Chapter or maybe the Windforce one will be weilded by Kyoko's sister, since Kyoko's dialogue in Chapter 3 hints that at the very least something is going wrong with her.
On the UnkownSpaceGuy Youtube channel - the channel that uploads both demo trailers & the OST - there's a track listed called Space Battle. While some might think the background & track are misdirects, considering the Weird Battle OST teased enemies from Chapter 3 well before it was implemented, I think it's possible this could also be hinting at future content. Specifically, I believe the Chapter taking place on the moon will either be the Darkheart or Illumina one.
Once the game is finished, there'll be a New Game+ mode where you can actually have the chance to beat Terry at the beginning of the game.
Headcanons
~Cruel King~
Dude needs a different moniker than "Cruel King" because that is a misnomer and a half. So, unless he's given an official name, his given name will be Rex to me.
His favorite foods include warm drinks like hot chocolate & coffee and frozen desserts, especially ice cream.
His favorite ice cream flavor is strawberry.
He likes Mexican cuisine but it also destroys him.
Had a German Shepherd when he was growing up.
~Griefer~
While Mayor Thaniyel is mostly right about Brad not being 100% like that before the influence of the sword, he still was a bit of a little shit. It's just that Thaniyel didn't see most of it and it was mostly relegated to online games/forums.
Despite what his soda addiction may lead you to believe, he really likes fresh fruits, apples being a particular favorite.
Likes sherbet & sorbet more than ice cream.
Really likes spicy food. Man would fuck up a bag of Flammin' Hot Cheetos & puts jalapenos on everything he can.
It is often said that the highest honor one can give a fictional character is to headcanon them your personal lived experiences and traumas. Thusly, Griefer has mommy issues. Undecided whether I prefer her being kind of a bad mom or if she simply wasn't around when Brad was growing up.
Big fan of Pokemon. Favorite Gen is 3, both in terms of the Gens in 2010 and all Generations to modern day. Favorite starter is Treeko, though Grooky would be a close second.
~Greed, Solitude, & Fear~
I like to group these three together as The Vices.
Greed is a bit of a fashionista, keeping up to date on the latest trends.
Greed likes carbonated drinks. Particularly, they like champagne.
If Greed were to order a steak, they'd order it Blue.
Solitude gets uncomfortable in large crowds. A large crowd to Solitude is more than 2 people.
It's difficult to tell at any given moment if Solitude is concentrating really hard on something that caught their attention or if they're just disassociating.
A picnic in the park might not fix Fear, but it would do a whole lot to improve their mental state.
Fear's favorite foods include fruity drinks/juices, comfort food, and baked goods.
Fear's favorite colors are dark blue and dark green.
Despite them literally being the embodiment of fear (or perhaps because of that), Fear is fiercely protective over those they care about. Can't have courage without fear after all.
#roblox#block tales#roblox block tales#blocktales#cruel king#cruel king block tales#griefer blocktales#griefer block tales#greed block tales#solitude block tales#fear block tales#headcanon#my headcanons
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this looks spooky but please guys i promise this is good news
in summary, caine's found a silly little way to briefly crash their headsets by overloading them... hes keeping up his end of the deal ! and its a tiny bit spooky.
anyway after the break is a short little fic going into more detail on that :P
No one really met up in the big room anymore. Mostly, since Caine had⌠since everything went wrong, everyone just hung around their rooms now, unless there was an adventure. Pomni hadnât been in the Circus very long in the grand scheme of things, but she didnât need to for it to be obvious why: the two people who had the energy to get that going, Jax and Ragatha, werenât up for it. Jax wasnât himself anymoreâin fact, it felt weird even calling the copy Caine made âJax.â That thing wasnât Jax, even if both had been NPCs all along. Everyone felt weird because of it, including Ragatha. She wasnât herself either, though luckily, not in the same way as him. Pomni didnât know what sheâd do if that was the case. No, this was something fixable. At least, something comfort-able. Ragatha had been there for her all the way so far. She had to try to repay that.
Teapots were an easy enough thing to model, but putting liquid inside had been a pain. Pomni had figured it out for Ragatha though. She balanced the tea trayâa pretty harsh burden with the teapot, two cups, and some flowers all togetherâwith one hand and knocked with the other. âRagatha? Itâs me.â
She was watching the doorknob, but it didnât turn. Her gaze flicked up to the face on the door, staring into Ragathaâs kind and easy smile. When did she last see Ragatha smile like that? Not at the corn maze, not at that stupid uncanny world sheâd made. Not since that disaster, which at the end of the day was Pomniâs own fault. Worry creased her mind. Maybe she didnât want to see her. That might make sense. ButâŚÂ
She knocked again. âRags? Are⌠I just want to make sure youâre feeling okay. I have tea!â
This time, the doorknob did turn. Pomniâs eyes flew up to meet Ragathaâs, which was being rubbed sleepily. âPomni! Sorry, I just slept in. Whatââ
All it took for everything to disappear was a blink. The hallway, the tray, the door, Ragatha and her voice, the checkerboard floor beneath Pomniâs feetâeverything was replaced in an instant with the luminous and flitting blue of the out-of-map space. Pomni screamed.
Another scream echoed hers. âPomni! You startled me.â
Whirling around, Caineâs blue and green eyeballs stared out at her from behind his white teeth. âW-wh- startled you?! You didnât even tell me you were bringing me here!â
âNevermind. I forgive you, my dear. We have more important things to talk about! And donât worry, itâs something designed especially to make you and the others very, very happy!â The AI clasped his hands as he leaned in closer. âIâve made some significant progress on what we agreed on.â
Between the shock of the teleportation, the speed of Caineâs speech, and the general confusion, Pomni didnât know what the hell he was talking about. âWhat?â
Caine zapped a duo of chairs into existence. He was already sitting in one when they appeared. âYouâre going to want to sit down for this. Go on.â
Pomni groaned. âIâm fine standing. Floating. What?â
Caine crossed his legs at the knees. âWhen I made you my moderator, we agreed on two things: you would help me make things actually fun for everyone, and I would try to find you all an exit. Right?â
That wasnât exactly how Pomni remembered it. âRight, I guessâŚ?â
âWell, I have found that exit!â
Pomniâs eyes widened. âW-wait- really? Thereâs an exit?!â
âYes! An exit. Maybe not the exit, but a very, very brief little one! Still, itâs progress!â
âOh.â Pomniâs face fell. âSo⌠not a way out.â
Caine laughed his sharp, mechanical laugh. âNo no no. But it is a momentary exit created by overloading and crashing your client! You donât even fully leave the Circus, just glitch within it. No, getting you actually out would probably be impossible. Even for me!âÂ
Pomni blinked, fiddling with the button at her neck subconsciously. âYou⌠never mentioned that.â
âOh Pomni, thatâs because itâs only probably impossible. I am trying, donât you worry. We have an agreement, after all! Besides, Iâll do anything to keep my little hermit crabs happy.â Caine clasped his gloved hands together, the chairs whirling away into nothingness as he stood. âAh! Speaking of trying things, would you like to be the next test subject for this exit?â
âTest subjectâ was a real weighted thing to be, especially given the situation Pomni had already gotten into with the whole headset thing. Instinctively she flinched back. âU-um, is that safeâŚ?â Her eyes narrowed. âWait, next test subject?â
âWhy of course! I couldnât very well come up with something like this without testing it. The poor abstracted fellows in the basement worked perfectly for that. It even glitched them back to normal for a few seconds! Just a few seconds, though. Anyway,â Caine finally paused in his ramblings, reaching a finger out towards Pomniâs face. âMay I?â
Pomni stared at the finger in her face, so close it was making her go cross-eyed and see it doubleâonce from one side, once from the other. On one side was fear, fear of what it would do to her to have this existence crash in on her brain so hard it would shock her out of it for just a couple seconds. On the other, the hope of what such a thing could mean, what such a thing could become. Was it really even a choice? When one could be death and the other could lead to freedom for everyoneâherself, Ragatha, all the othersâone side clearly outweighed the risks of the other. She didnât even speak. She just gave a small nod.
âBoop!â Caineâs finger rested upon the spot where a nose should be on Pomniâs face. Pomni didnât feel it. She didnât see it either. She saw a thousand 3D-modelled cages spinning at once, copying one after the other like a bouncing string of error messages. She heard a barrage of every noise anything in the Circus had ever made: dings, crashes, alerts, metal grinding, glass breaking, bells jingling or clanging, all the tracks of a keyboard drum kit, brakes screeching, pianos, birds, voices. She felt a pounding reverberating through her entire body, from her appendages into her limbs through her neck into her skull and back outward. And then it was blue. And then it was black. There was no sound anymoreâat least, not until she realized she could hear breathing. Her own breathing.Â
But then something faded into the blackness: âC&A.â And within a second, she was back in.
Caine was looking at Pomni inquisitively, but she didnât really see him. Pomni was hearing her own breathing againâbut simulated now. It felt impossible to focus on anything she was seeing, hearing, or feeling besides that for the moment.
âWell?â Caine prompted. âHow was that?â
The AI before Pomni came into focus. âI⌠itâŚâ
âSpeechless! Wonderful. Iâll keep working on it. Oh, but please keep it a secret for the time being. This is top secret moderator business, and itâs definitely a work in progress! Best not to ruin the surprise. Great chat! Now, back to work!â
Pomni fell as she teleported back to where sheâd been, collapsing out of the floating state sheâd been in onto Ragathaâs door and to the checkerboard beneath. The impact was loud, so it wasnât unexpected that Ragatha came out to see what had happened. âOh my gosh, Pomni!â By the time Pomni turned to look at her, she was kneeling beside her. âWhat happened? I mean, you were just here then- did Caine do something to you? Are you okay?â
âIâm fine.â
Ragatha stared hard, worried, into Pomniâs eyes. âWell⌠what happened, then?â
Pomni looked down. âNothing. Donât worry.â
#art#au#tadc#the amazing digital circus#tadc au#pomni#pomoderator#caine#ragatha#ragapom#THE RAGAPOM IS AFTER THE BREAK OK.
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A Meeting for The Ages
After the encounter with the student at the conference, Miranda sat in her office late that evening, her mind still buzzing with the unexpected attention she had received. The way the student had approached her after the lecture had caught her off guard, but now, as she sat in the quiet of her workspace, she found herself replaying the moment over and over.
At first, she had been flustered and unsure, politely deflecting his personal comment, but now she couldnât help but think about it more seriously. The truth was, she had always been so focused on her career, on her work and research, that the idea of someone showing interest in her outside of those contexts was entirely foreign. The feeling of being admiredâgenuinely admired, for who she wasâwas something she hadn't experienced much in her life. And that realization stirred something inside her.
The student had been respectful, genuine, and clearly attracted to her. Miranda felt a little nervous at the thought of exploring something outside of her comfort zone. She had spent so much time building her career and keeping her personal life at arm's length that she wasnât sure how to balance it all.
But the more she thought about it, the more she found herself wondering: Why not?
The Age Gap Concern
One of the things that had initially caused Miranda to hesitate was the noticeable age gap between them. He was clearly in his early twenties, while she was in her late thirties. In a world where age could sometimes be seen as a barrier, especially in romantic or intimate relationships, she had started to question if he would truly be interested in someone older.
She had seen it beforeâwomen in their late thirties or early forties sometimes felt pressured to fit into certain societal expectations about age and relationships. The idea of being too old for a younger man had always lingered in the back of Mirandaâs mind. She wondered if she would be seen as out of touch or too distant from his generation. Would he really want to date someone like me?
However, as the day went on, Miranda found herself thinking less about the gap and more about the chemistry she had felt in their brief interaction. The student had been warm, engaging, and made her feel seen in a way no one had in a long time. In fact, his interest in her seemed so genuine that it began to chip away at her insecurities.
A New Perspective
The more Miranda thought about it, the more she realised that the student hadnât seemed bothered by her age. In fact, he seemed eager to connect with her, both professionally and personally. He hadn't mentioned her age at all, nor did he appear uncomfortable with the difference.
As she reflected, Miranda realized that the age gap didnât really matter to him. He was drawn to her for who she was, not just her years. In his eyes, perhaps the maturity and experience she carried were exactly what he admired. After all, many people found wisdom and experience to be attractive qualities, and those things didnât have an expiration date.
Maybe Iâm overthinking it, she thought. Maybe this could be something good. Maybe itâs worth exploring.
Her mind settled on one key thought: Why not give it a try?
Reaching Out
A few days later, Miranda found herself drafting a text message to the student. She typed slowly at first, unsure of how to approach the situation. But after taking a deep breath, she sent the message with a sense of calm determination.
"Hi, itâs Dr. Hale from the conference. Iâve been reflecting on our conversation, and I wanted to thank you again for your kind words. I realise I might have been a bit reserved at the time, but Iâd like to get to know you better. Would you be interested in grabbing coffee sometime?"
She read it over, then hit send before she could second-guess herself.
The Response
It didnât take long for a reply. Within minutes, the studentâs name popped up on her screen.
"Hi Dr. Hale! Iâm so glad to hear from you. Iâd love to meet for coffee. How about this weekend?"
Miranda smiled, her nerves easing just a little. The exchange felt light and easy, and for the first time in a long time, she felt the flutter of excitement. This was a new territory for herâsomething she had never allowed herself to explore before. But now, it felt like the right time.
The First Meeting
The weekend arrived, and Miranda found herself sitting at a cozy cafĂŠ, her heart beating just a little faster than usual. She was dressed casually, but still with an air of confidenceâsomething she had been working on over the past few months. She couldnât help but notice the slight thrill of anticipation that bubbled up in her chest.
When the student arrived, he greeted her with a warm smile, and for the first time, Miranda didnât feel like the age gap mattered at all. In fact, it was clear that he was genuinely happy to be there with her. They started chatting about their interests, their work, and eventually, about her research. Miranda found herself talking more freely than she had in a while. The conversation flowed easily, and she found that her nerves had mostly disappeared.
They ended up talking for hours, sharing stories and experiences, and it became clear that they had a genuine connection. He was easy to talk to, respectful of her boundaries, and just as interested in her work as he had been at the conference.
By the time the coffee was finished, and the conversation began to wind down, Miranda felt something shift inside her. Maybe this could be the start of something new, something unexpected but exciting. For once, the thought of taking a step into something unfamiliar didnât feel scary. It felt right.
As they parted ways, he gave her a warm smile. "Iâm really glad we did this. I hope we can do it again sometime."
Miranda smiled back, feeling a sense of peace. "Me too."
It was only the beginning, but for the first time in a long while, Miranda felt like she was allowing herself to experience something newâsomething beyond her work, beyond her research, and beyond the walls she had built around herself. The possibilities felt exciting.
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Steven Beschloss at America, America:
In the last few days, I have received a number of messages from readers who told me they are disengaging. âI am retiring from politics,â one said. âIâm avoiding the news,â said another. And this: âIâm too old for another Trump term and do not want to even see anything political for a long time. Steven, Iâve enjoyed your content, but in order to live to 78 [Iâm] going cold turkey on politics.â
I get it. Trumpâs emphatic win and Harrisâ loss is heartbreaking, especially after all the effort so many of us have made to achieve a different outcome. This defeat is made harder by the awareness of the dark and disturbing days to come with Donald Trump back in the White House. There are many high-profile critics who are wondering about their safety now in a world where Trump fanatics like Steve Bannon echo his leaderâs fervor for retribution by promising ârough justice.â It would be a mistake to assume that Trump wasnât serious with all his violent, vengeance-inciting verbiage. Anyone who assumes the next Attorney General will act with the reluctance and politeness of Merrick Garland toward the ex-presidentâresulting in his not being held account for inciting a deadly insurrection on Jan. 6âis sorely underestimating Donald Trumpâs endless capacity for cruelty, attraction to carnage and hunger to punish anyone who crosses him. But it would be a misfortune if many of us meet the coming months only with fear and reluctance, disengaging from the necessary opposition to Trumpâs authoritarian enterprise. Thatâs what Trump hopes to achieve with his angry, aggressive intimidation.
Itâs appalling to see how the billionaires have quickly fallen in line. This arrived yesterday from Washington Post and Amazon owner Jeff Bezos, who spinelessly deep-sixed his newspaperâs endorsement of Kamala Harris: âBig congratulations to our 45th and now 47th President on an extraordinary political comeback and decisive victory,â he posted on what was Twitter. âNo nation has bigger opportunities. Wishing Donald Trump all success in leading and uniting the America we all love.â In a normal world, of course, that would read like a warm and magnanimous gesture, not a kowtowing plea from a self-interested businessman who fears the consequences of crossing Trump. And he was not alone.
Meta/Facebook owner Mark Zuckerburg, whoâs been threatened with prison by Trump, posted this on his social media site, Threads: âCongratulations to President Trump on a decisive victory. We have great opportunities ahead of us as a country. Looking forward to working with you and your administration.â So again: I get it if youâre feeling utterly discouraged and doubtful if you should stay involved. If the billionaires are rolling over, why should anyone take any risks? Thatâs understandable, especially in the wake of this awful defeat, and a reason why some of us will choose to disconnect. But I urge you to take to heart the closing words of President Joe Biden yesterday in graciously accepting the electionâs outcome: âSetbacks are unavoidable, but giving up is unforgivableâŚWe are going to be OK, but we need to stay engaged.â I also urge you to listen to every word of Kamala Harrisâ concession speech Wednesday from Howard University (you can watch it here). I was particularly interested in her guidance as we look forward.
âWhile I concede this election,â she said, âI do not concede the fight that fueled this campaignâthe fight for freedom, for opportunity, for fairness and the dignity of all people. A fight for the ideals at the heart of our nation, the ideals that reflect America at our best. That is a fight I will never give up.â She also talked about not giving up the fight for reproductive freedom, for protecting our schools and streets from gun violence, and for democracy, the rule of law and equal justice. âAnd we will continue to wage this fight in the voting booth, in the courts and in the public square. And we will also wage it in quieter ways: in how we live our lives by treating one another with kindness and respect, by looking in the face of a stranger and seeing a neighbor, by always using our strength to lift people up, to fight for the dignity that all people deserve.â We will need to hear more thoughts like this as Trump and his enablers drag us through their world of hostility and degradation. The vice president made a particular plea to young people, including students in the audience from Howard, a historically Black university: âTo the young people who are watching, it is OK to feel sad and disappointed. But please know it's going to be OKâŚDonât ever give up. Donât ever stop trying to make the world a better placeâŚthe fight for our country is always worth it.â
[...] I will not give up the effort to pursue a better, more just, more equal, more democratic, more decent and kind America. It will take plenty of energy and effort to keep clear about what is true and what is false, what is right and wrong, what is normal and what is insaneâand to inform myself and you about whatâs happening and what we might do about it.
The temptation is there to disengage., but itâs the definitive time to stay in the fight.
#America America#Steven Beschloss#Substack#2024 Presidential Election#2024 Elections#Kamala Harris#Donald Trump#Joe Biden
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i think i can't move on because there is a part of me that is waiting for him to come back. there is a part me that is too scared to let go, because that would mean losing him forever. i don't want to think that we will never share anymore beautiful moments, or that i will never know what it feels like to lay in his arms again.
#heartbreak#personal#im a hopeless romantic its in my blood#ive been sitting in my car for like two hrs total today#contemplating#how do i let go when i really don't want to#im so bad at moving on every time lol#my brain is like if i never let it go that means i can keep it forever#like no its not really helping brain#but im also too scared to allow myself to let go#i don't want it to be over#especially after meeting all these new people#it has just made me miss him more#i feel like hes the only one who understands me#although im probably looking back on things w rose colored glasses#i also just loved him irrationally#maybe its the trauma bond#i always start off being an emotional hopeless romantic then i just logically disect my emotions#im just tired bro#in conclusion i wish shit was fucking easy#people always seem to want to make my life more complicated for no reason#idk maybe ill be ready to let go
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the most difficult thing about growing as a person socially, as in getting out of your shell and noticing that you are, is that there will still be times when it doesnât feel like youâve grown at all! times when you canât really connect with anyone around you, times when you fail to enter into an existing conversation, times when you say the wrong thing (or nothing at all when in hindsight you probably shouldâve). but thatâs also kind of the best thing, because thatâs the thing that helps you realize that sometimes, itâs not you or your lack of skills or any shortcoming. sometimes certain environments just arenât for you and certain people arenât your people, and thatâs okay. thatâs human. itâs okay to not feel the progress you have made all the time.
#and that goes for every type of growth#backstory of this post:#after I came back after a few months of doing my international internship I felt so much more confident#it was easier making friends and walking up to people#i took more chances#and generally just heard it a lot from those around me who kept telling me how much iâd changed#this was further supported by my first office job that went pretty well#but then came my grad internship. and while i love the work and have met some great people I noticed it was difficult again#there was one office lunch where no one spoke to me at all! it was my first week and I didnât know what to say#if i should even say anything#we were all sitting at the same table#not one person even glanced my way#it made me doubt myself; i was doing so well before#was that even real? why canât I just speak up? this is not the way to connect with people#especially in my first week!#but you know what#i was still doing well. i just had to factor in the fact that these were all middle aged people talking about reality shows i didnât watch#and bikes i knew nothing about#as well as people who knew i was the new intern yet didnât speak to me at all even though Iâd introduced myself to them all individually#and even so#people I couldnât really talk to about MY interests outside of work either#my point being:#itâs okay to not feel a connection with everyone you meet#itâs okay to fall back into old habits even though youâve developed new ones#it will never unravel the process youâve made and the connections youâve built#youâre doing fine#after this internship I will surround myself with people who reaffirm that belief#growth in the self#self love#positivity
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fair enough.
i thought i was being protective but octavia you are correct.
@angeldustanalog you are loveable, you are strong, you love people, you love starlight, ďżź(they/some of them unsure do not want to assume) love you. you are not alone. even in this past year of bullshit, you have made new friends, you care deeply for mischief. you met starlight. you stayed in touch with your friends even if you couldnât have real conversations. you help your friends as much as you can.
that piece of human excrement was in fact not your oldest friend. them being a worthless, pathetic group of people is not a reflection of you.
you have known bunny for years longer. you have fought to stay in contact with castiel, you spent years not even knowing if he was still alive. you spent hours trying to find out, googling obituaries constantly, and now heâs still one of your best friends. youâre almost definitely going to see him soon. you have stephanie. you have dara. you have star. even werewolf girl still loves you and you love her. (i know that your relationship with her is complicated, itâs ok. the fact that she still talks to you after everything that happened is very cool. even if itâs, kind of weird sometimes)
you love your bio sister so fucking fiercely. i continue to be impressed by your hard limit regarding that. you love your bio dad, he loves you despite everything.
you still have friends from that shithole abusive boarding school, youâre always the most popular boy in the psych ward. you are a fun person, youâre smart and creative and you try so hard to be a good friend/roommate/partner/pet/whore/son. you are so excited to be a good little boywife and that is genuinely very sweet. especially after beelzebitch using all of those things to exploit you. you are kind, and forgiving, even after being hurt so much, by so many. you think of yourself as weak but you are so protective in your own way, sometimes to your own detriment. and sometimes it is actually helpful. you are the only true indigo child. just kidding but also.
you and via and miami and stolz and blitzø and sarah and 626 and toxic. you all have such a capacity to feel and express love. it frightens me. but i will not allow myself to use fear as an excuse. i will help you find external outlets, i will help you maintain relationships that are good for everyone involved. and i will continue to troubleshoot communication. it is hard for me to communicate, but in different ways. and i should not have spoken to you that way. it was abusive, or it will be abusive if i continue without consent. and i can see that now. i could see it before, somewhat. but i thought if i was the one abusing you it would keep you safe. i can see that that is misguided logic. you did not consent to me doing that. and i didnât ask prime.
it scares me that you are on grindr again, especially after last time especially in an area youâre familiar with. at least when you were scared to go outside it limited exposure to external abuse. kind of. not really. obviously. but. it was some kind of barrier. it scares me to see how many people approach you, it scares me how desperate you get. i t scares me how people talk to you when they first meet you, and it scares me how little you think of yourself. it scares me to know how easily you can find people who will hurt you in ways you donât really want, in ways i canât protect you from. it scares me how impulsive you can be irl. i donât want you to get hurt in ways that are bad for you, by your own standards. i donât want you to think that the only way to get your needs met is through people who donât give a fuck about your safety. i know you find it validating and i understand your thought process and it scares me how willing you are to hurt yourself in exchange for the smallest crumbs of affection.
it scares me to think of how vulnerable you are, and have been. how vulnerable you can become at times. how genuinely limitless you can become in specific circumstances. itâs not safe, itâs often not that kind of risk you even like. and sometimes itâs not even just that youâre vulnerable, but actively seeking mortal danger. ignoring red flags, seeking them out. i understand why you do that. it doesnât mean you deserve to be abused in ways you donât want. i thought if i could fill that need for you it would be safer. if i could keep you to myself. but i am not safe for you either, at times.
my job is help you get your needs met, not isolate you, not keep you to myself, not to abuse you without your consent. that is not protection, nor is it safety. it is love but itâs not healthy (by our standards)
it is reactive and not appropriate. it is cruel to people and beings who do not want it. it is damaging to your relationships for me to say those things.
apologies, angel.
octavia, rude. but, necessary. so thank you, you emo little shit.
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it also was especially not ok for me to say these things publicly as it was implicitly(explicitly?) derogatory to your current external relationships, which i know both of you value and love. i do too, in my own way. i know you have people who understand you. itâs ok to find understanding in different relationships and just because you canât do everything with one cohort or person does not make those relationships invalid.
i am afraid of you both getting so attached to anyone outside of us. itâs risky, it opens you up to being hurt in ways i canât protect you from. it opens you up to hurting our body in ways prime has not approved. but itâs necessary, important, real, and enriching.
and it was insensitive and cruel for me to say or imply that your/our current relationships are less valid than our internal relationships.
iâm sorry for posting so impulsively, so carelessly. i am better than that and i apologize for my lapse in self control.
@xxpreycodedpredatorxx thank you for being so assertive. i should not have teased you in my response, it was not the appropriate time. and i know it can be hard for you to speak up. especially to someone who is even slightly perceived as older than you. and i know you are very fragile right now. i respect your loyalty, and love of your partners and friends and family. i respect your boldness. i respect your desire to protect others. i respect you standing up to me, so much. to insult me even. the host was never able to speak that way to its mother and i am both indignant and full of pride. you are a very good kid. i am so proud of you. i know you miss your parents. i will help you find ways to meet those needs. i will help you with your bio mom. and, i am so deeply sorry you are in so much pain.
i was being shitty because i was scared and i thought i was being protective by making angel feel more isolated than you realistically are. but me being scared is not a valid reason to denigrate and abuse you angel. it is not an acceptable reason to question the validity of your loved ones. our loved ones. to question their love for you. all of you.
i will remember this interaction. thank you for your patience, nonjas.
npd dom x bpd sub
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Core Gems
So when a ghost becomes injured, they have a last ditch defense where they retreat into their core. And I mean, injured badly where their body is rip apart to the point they canât hold a solid form anymore. And they basically go into a hibernation state until they are strong enough to form again.
Ellie, Danny, and Dan are all injured in a final battle against the GIW. The organization was destroyed and the ghosts were safe but the halfas ended up being so injured that they reverted to core form and then went to sleep for a bit. When they woke up, they were still weak but at least recovered enough to gain consciousness. And realizeâŚthey are in some kind of auctionâŚin the middle of a heist. It appeared that two furries (one in a bat costume and one in a cat costume) were ducking it out. And theyâŚthey were a necklace. All three of them had been turned into a necklace with their cores as gems accompanied by sapphires, pearls, and opals. And frankly gorgeous craftsmanship as the metal was crafted around their cores as if to cradle them and the other gems.
Unfortunately, they were too weak to take a form properly, they could still feel the strain on their bodies. But at least they could still communicate through their auras. Then the cat lady punched a hole in the glass container surrounding them and grabbed their necklace.
However, the bat grabbed the other end and it resulted in a sort of tug-a-war. Meanwhile, Danny, Ellie, and Dan were having a back and form commentary on the situation and what they should do. Completely unheard by the other party.
In the corner of their eye, the three halfas finally noticed a third contender. Some kind of clown who wasâŚhold onâŚholding a gun?! And it was pointed straight at the two fighting furies who had yet to notice him. The ghostsâ protective instincts went into overdrive and they frantically tried to shout, yell, move. Just do something to warn the two but their cries fell on deaf ears. All they succeeded in doing was faintly glow which immediatly caught the attention of the fighting duo. The two turned to look at the strange necklace but right at that moment, the clown fired and a gunshot rang throughout the auction room. Having no other options, Danny and the others poured every ounce of ectoplasm they had to try and phaseshift, making the two furries intangible as the bullets passed right through them, but in their shock, the two jumped away in opposite directions and accidentally ripped the necklace apart. Gems and pearls went flying and the three cores bounced along the ground.
Luckily, the two finally noticed the clown and went to deal with him and his minions who had appeared. Seemingly putting their fight on hold and forming a temporary truce. The three halfas could only watch as the battle finally wound down, ending with the cops barging into the place and arresting the clown and his grunts, the cat managing to escape with half the scattered gems and pearls from the broken necklace along with a few other jewelry pieces (none of their cores though) and the bat leaving through a skylight.
The auction continued and in the end, despite being broken, their necklace seemed to have caught someoneâs interest. A man named Bruce Wayne bought up every piece of the shattered jewelry wear. The auctioneers appeared relived that the item managed to sell in the end and gratefully gave it to him.
Bruce had no idea what happened at the auction, but he could have sworn that some of the gems faintly glowed right before he and Selina were shot. If the necklace was some sort of magical item, then he needed to understand exactly what has been brought to Gotham. It was unfortunate that Selena had taken some parts of the necklace but he utilized his vast wealth to make sure all the other parts ended in his possession. Now he would take them back to the mansion for examination.
#Dpxdc#dcxdp#kizzer55555 ideas#Bruce thinks the necklace is magical. Heâs technically not wrong.#When he gets home he immediately puts each gem in a glass container to examine them. For the longest time though nothing happens.#They all look like normal gems except for the main three of the piece. He canât identify what kind of gem they are.#The gems are perfect spheres with various shades of blue (with hints of green and white) swirling around.#The colors almost look like they are moving in slow motion. Still. Nothing happens as he examines them and no strange events happen.#That is until one day he decided to take the gems to be examined by a professional and a villain attacked.#A piece of building was about to crush him when a wall of ice appeared as a shield over him. After that he took them back to the cave.#Bruce looks up thousands of documents about enchanted necklaces and artifacts but finds nothing. He even calls in favors from JLD.#Zatanna doesnât recognize them but feels some kind of power coming off the gems however it doesnât feel malevolent (at least for 2 of them)#(The last gem is neutral.) Also Constantine was unavailable (*cough* hiding from responsibilities *cough*)#The other bats get interested in the gems. Tim has a theory that they are some kind of protective charms. Damian agrees.#(Everyone is shocked Tim and Damian agree on something). So while Bruce is continuing his investigation the other bats decide to do some#âField testingâ and take the gems out. Consequently the gems end up saving their lives and they discover a few things they can do like make#The wearer invisible. Intangible. Create green barriers/constructs. Create ice. Vibrate when an enemy is coming. And much more.#The bats fashion them into new individual bracelets/necklaces and think they are the coolest thing. They have powered up protective charms!#The halfas just wish these kids would STOP PUTTING THEIR LIVES IN DANGER! What are they MORONS?!#Most of the ectoplasms they recover is used to protect the bats and nearby civilians.#(Dan also trolls people and is mostly protective his siblings though)#People notice the new power ups. A rougue gets his hands on a gem and tries to use it ONCE to attack something but the gems didnât respond.#Then it froze the roughâs legs to the ground.#Much time later the gems are swapped between the bats and alternated and have just become a new item in their belt#(batman was not pleased but eventually got used to it and begrudgingly accepted that they were useful. Especially when they save his kids)#They come to a Justice league meeting and Constantine finally sees them.#His mouth drops in shock and he frantically asks where they got GHOST CORES?! And this is when the bats finally realise what they have.#And are horrified to realize EXACTLY what they are holding and that these âgemsâ were technically ALIVE.#Meanwhile the three Halfas have been kinda chilling but also working their butts off to keep this family alive. It was a fulltime job.
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